Honeymoon Among the Waves
There was even a room for business type travelers that included typewriters, which is where i have been writing this from periodically. i guess i should say now is that half the time fluttershy naps on our vacation, i go and write some of this.
Niko's Lament: A OneShot Story - CHAPTER 1
Looking down upon the keypad, which would turn out to be easy to use, associating this to a typewriter, which was his personal experience.
Chrysanthemums Chapter 9
The secretary typed something out on his typewriter, probably noting down the method of voting and lack of opposition to it for the permanent record.
A Cage of Gilded Tears
Apparently you require the use of a typewriter now and then?" i stepped back as he pushed in a wooden cart carrying a familiar model of typewriter upon it.
Bound Ch.2: First Contact
It was the size of an old typewriter, but resembled a tube television with a keypad in front of it. it was sleek and silver and the screen carried a backlit message that said, “greetings from the planet archayon!”
The Sleepwalkers Lantern: The Weight Between Worlds
The terrain shifted without warning — a shattered bridge made of typewriter keys, a hallway that unraveled the moment you stepped inside. this wasn’t logic. it was memory wearing the mask of reality. familiar, but fractured. personal, but wrong.
Indebted SFW omnibus edition; parts 1-5 of 10
“they have typewriters. i'm sure you'd love it." we left the room and met black-arms in the hall. a hushed conversation as skinny joe introduced my skills to him. a nod of agreement. yellow-hair came over and guided us up.
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.
Fool's Gold
Stepping over mounds of broken typewriters, dirt, and papers, they made their way toward the corner office.
'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.
The Art of War
Something felt different when I woke up this morning. Like after this long of no sign of a significant enemy detachment was starting to get to me. With every passing day of no encounter...
Patterson: One Bigotten Son
"fuck you and your monkeys on typewriters," said patterson, then grabbed his resume and wiped his ass, cringing as the corners scraped his anus.