The Jigsaw's Prison
His growling abruptly ceases when he sees something amidst the ruined mechanism: a cassette tape. a small one. he goes quiet and wide-eyed again, and then looks up at the table just opposite him. the tape player.
Song in the Dark: Day 4
"then it has to be a record player or a cassette or something. because i think the only thing above us is the attic, and that's all closed off to the public. i'm not sure any of the elevators go there." "well, one of them must go up there."
Horsie Ride 7, Part 7 - Unburdening
He turned his attention to the video cassettes. they were years old, but a quick examination showed that the magnetic tape inside them appeared to still be free from dirt and mildew.
Addiction - Chapter Thirteen: Consanguinity
He spread our blue blanket, laid out a battery operated cassette player, and he even brought some water bottles, one of which he handed me. i opened the cap and took a swig, slowly catching my breath.
Addiction - Chapter Twelve: Fight or Flight
The only thing i could do was lay there on my bed with my headset on, tethered to my cassette player, listening to mixtapes. what i really wanted to do was look at our photographs, or better yet, to walk down the hall to his room.
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.
Frisky Booty 1: Out in the Yard
On cassette. today.” “you make connections with people,” said george, “you’d be surprised what lights a person’s fire.” “you didn’t say that about the k-u-n-t last week with the transmission problem.”
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.