Layers - Chapter 2
No faded ink, no impression from any typewriter or anything else. just a pure white piece of paper. but, the paper exists. and the box. and the plastic bag. i'm not losing my mind. i'm not. the cum on the carpet, too. i didn't make that up.
Rogue Wind - The Thieves
The inspiration for this writing is from brian jacques, the man who wrote at least seventeen books using a typewriter and the author of redwall.
A Colorful Month 8
Shaking his head, he distracted himself as they left the electronics, leaning over a typewriter. he dragged his fingers over the keys, imagining them dancing and bouncing against the metal bar, and the image was oddly pleasing.
Retsuko's Awakening
Though he preferred working with a typewriter, the portable computer was good for a few things. he finally stopped typing and faced her again with an obvious sense of amusement. "so, how long have you been up to this?" the pig asked.
The Light In My Heart
A braille typewriter lay underneath, and beside the typewriter were a book and a stack of paper. upon closer inspection, those were hikari's and jason's diary, respectively.
Loom of passion (Clean version)
It was a letter, written in thick, dark typewriter ink, glistening white with the mellow electric lights of the café.
Reconnecting the Family
. - ramalac andré_ the typewriter's heavy clicks came to a stop. two blue scaled and silver-tipped claws pulled back, the hands relaxing behind the writer's head. "is this quote by ramalac a good ending?
Murder at the Speed of Life, part 3
I tore it out of the typewriter and held it to the stream of sunlight that pored in between the cracks of the boarded window. _kyell yawns and stretches out in the grass, soaking up the warmth of a june day.
Exchanging Experiences
Teagan chuckled, "typewriters, drugs, insects maybe, homosexuality and secret agents." "are you serious?" azy seemed dumbfounded.
Warwolf, Chapter 1
You stumble into ebon hall as your father is busy ignoring you, and scratching around with a quill even though civilized people can use a goddamn typewriter.
Darlene
I was looking at gay porn and writing a novel on "satan's typewriter," as my mother called it, and wouldn't you know it, she busted in and saw what i was doing and the steamy butt-drilling i was doing it to, and that was that.
R/7 The Deep
"well, we have a typewriter and a tripod downstairs. you are going to write or draw something." as tail walks off, mac throws his arms out in a shrug. there is no arguing with tail. \*\*\* he is called suicide jack.