Juncture Part 3
I say "one armed chicago typewriter coming right up!" as i quickly load a magazine into the tompson and throw the remaining grease gun magazines into the glove box.
The Magnum Opus - Chapter 2
_obtained level 2 mastery over the_ archetype - _font: typewriter._ _unlocked edit for typewriter - courage form_ cliff tilted his head to the side in confusion. what did _that_ mean? he glanced at the _archetype_. “uhm… edit…?" he asked the weapon.
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?
Visitation
When the fervor died down, he made his way to the front desk where a skunk lady was placidly typing away at a typewriter. he leaned against the counter. "hello, there," he said. the skunk continued typing, only looking up at him after a few seconds.
The Western Express
The clacks and ticks of the mechanical typewriters tickled her ears, the cool and slightly stale air and loud squeaks of carts as cargo was assigned and sorted or shouts of agitated clerks.
Commission - Overnight Babysitter
Roland stares at the ground, his eyes darting left to right like a typewriter in thought. "ooookay... for the snacks!" is this for real? marcus can't even get without his own reflection to listen to him.
A Duck-Billed Travesty: Melvin's Journal Entry
\\ \\ \\ [a duck-billed travesty: melvin\'s journal entry]\\ \\ i was right here, at my typewriter of all places.
Sneak Peek - Three's a Crowd
The front desk was made from dark stained wood, the cash register an old brass typewriter pull crank device, but next to it glowed a bright white plastic screen for people's digital wallets.
Blind Mans Bluff
He had a regular typewriter board, and his fingers seemed to fly over the keys without hesitation. i tried to be quiet, and darryl never seemed to notice where i was. at six o'clock, darryl stretched and yawned.
Coal Black: Bishop
Empty old desks from the 70s were spaced across the space, a couple even had old typewriters upon them. the room smelled of dust and steel and rust. amongst all the decay was a single desk that wasn't covered in thirty years of dust.
Dancing With Fire: Chapter 31
It was times such as these that he regretted sending his old typewriter sailing over the horizon. oh well. stolas spent the better part of the hour writing, discarding, and revising drafts.
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.