New Years Resolution (A2,B2,C13)
Words came across her contact lenses in a type font similar in style to an old typewriter. '_unknown. no fire alarm has been called in.
My Roommate's A Stripper?! Ch. 27
Intrigued, he unlocked the latch, his eyes lighting up as he revealed the old typewriter within. "max, where did you find this?" "you can find pretty much anything online." she quipped with a grin.
The Styx Diner - Ch. 4
So he leaned over his typewriter, an ancient creation from another era, and pulled the closing piece of his book free.
'A Light That Never Goes Out'
"wolves are not made to sit in offices, tapping at typewriters or scribbling in copybooks," lord solomon continued on his theme.
Kevin Stair Takes a Tumble
Herbert liked to use an ancient typewriter, kevin happily typed away on his pc.
A Short Lived Coterie
The stairs led to a large room that might have once been filled with cubicles, occupied by men and women ceaselessly typing away at their computers, or possibly typewriters if the dã©cor was as ancient as it looked.
Expedition: Guards and Archivists
"so the 'very british' woof can't wax whimsical about his typewriter." "major, i can write just fine with my tommy-gun, thank you very much." silver chuckled. "hopefully, i shan't need to." "we're about two minutes from touchdown, passengers."
Expedition: Conferences
Oh, and a medic who'll probably insist on hauling in his chicago typewriter with extra ink. both of whom, by the way, got stolen from saf's most elite corp. heck, maybe someone will even bring a maxim... that'd really get the party started."
Trepedation
As such, please be a little gentler with any critique in that respect...i'm rather new to the world of smut literature.3rd place winner in the 2013 golden typewriter challenge...erotica division all characters (c) ken j.
The Perfectly Average Boy
It looked like it was made by a linotype machine or a typewriter or something. "did you do this?" she asked, her voice cracking as she asked it. "yes," he answered. "w... what is it?" "it's, uh..... math," he answered. "ok.
Death's Blood: Ch. Twenty-One: Back to Business
There wickerson is, idle, against a wall of the work chamber, watching officers hammer on typewriters for reports. i push the badger toward the grizzly, stating, "he might be of use to connect the rest of segal's dealers."
Michael and Amanda, Chapter 4
She placed her purse and lunch on the floor next to the desk, turned on her typewriter, retrieved some typing paper and started typing. she had gotten one line completed when the door to mr. blaidd's office opened. she froze and listened.