Warmth
A very large horse and a round ball of fur were browsing the racks of cds, cassettes, and vinyls. markus took a position behind the desk and nodded at them from the depths of his parka.
Commission: A Half-priced Book
Some old cassette tapes. a turntable. nothing useful. then, brushing away an old stack of bills, he came across the length of pipe, a rusty iron beast he vaguely remembered as having come from the initial renovation of the house.
Joy's Change
Once the recording ended, joy removed and pocketed the hi-8 cassette, in case she needed proof of what she found.
Addiction - Chapter Seven: The Discarded
I felt ready to part with most of my cassette collection, all my vhs tapes, old toys (bonus points if you guessed action figures), my .22, books, and anything else that looked like it might have resale value.
Father of Dogs: Punk Rutted
I could even hear them over the black flag tape that's been stuck in my cassette player for the past three years now. it wasn't an angry bark, a frightened or worried bark, but one that spoke excitement.
The Way the Night Moves
She grinned, picking up a cassette and putting it into the player. soon the room was filled with the steady beat of old, weathered disco. "aw man, ain't no one like that shit anymore," drain complained. but he was chuckling.
Fucking Hipsters
Maybe just a kiddie pool filled with vhs cassettes . . ." she was beginning to get drowsy. "we might just have to find some other way to entertain ourselves then . . ."
Mrs. Herrman
By some fluke the socket had not been shut off with the rest of the building which meant she could run all of her gaming stuff, the mini fridge and even a small radio/cassette player.
A Marked Man
It was a tape recorder with a cassette in it. my curiosity piqued, i pressed the play button. after a short hiss a deep metallic voice began. "the message on this tape is for mr. roland thorpe.
A Marked Man
It was a tape recorder with a cassette in it. my curiosity piqued, i pressed the play button. after a short hiss a deep metallic voice began. "the message on this tape is for mr. roland thorpe.
The Ravenous
All of the knowledge he had about anything felt like an echo, as if he was listening to an old, time-worn cassette that barely held onto the music it'd be played.
Rock Dog: Glorious
Her mom must have worn out that cassette in the car. the dog sat there, grooving, only to have his floppy ears pop up as the bass part dropped and she growled the final lines into the chorus. laughter brightening her tone, she charged on.