The Other Side of the Front - Chapter 9
We set the box down on the sturdy wooden table, next to the black typewriter, and i heard the man sigh with satisfaction and exhaustion as he stepped around from the other side. “thanks for helping me with that, mate." my jaw dropped.
Ein Wolf in der Falz - A Wolf in the Fold
A fine layer of dust had settled on the inert mechanical typewriter at his desk. the ink in his ink well had long since dried out.
Soul Survivor - Chapter 1 (NSFW)
He looked around the well furnished room, there was a desk with a typewriter on it under the window, a bookshelf nearby with a number of books ranging from history and science to fantasy and fiction.
The Thief and The Spider
Yeah, those old typewriters got a bunch of fuckin' residue from the shootin. bitches went slamfire on me once, wasted the whole goddamn mag!"_ he'd say. _"ugh, don't even get me started on the drums. clunky fuckers, heavy, jam half the time. box mags!
Time of Healing
I wanted to get back to my typewriter to continue chronicling recent events, but i did not want to ask him for assistance. i would have to wait for someone more capable to arrive.
Set Sail For the Forbidden Fruit
I keep most of my entries in a file cabinet in the corner by my typewriter.
Birds of Paradise
Do you have a working typewriter i can use? i have a...ritual, if you will, of chronicling interesting events i experience. i'd like to document today."
We Have Come So Far
I somehow managed to slip out of smolder's winged embrace and even crawled over ocellus without waking them and sat myself down at my typewriter. and so far, the clicking of the keys has not disturbed them.
COMMISSION BLOW POP - POP GOES CHARLE AND THE BEES
But give a thousand monkeys a typewriter… they didn’t entirely untie the foreskin, but they did stretch it so paper thin, so flat, that the color of the emboldened black was now stark ivory white, and when they released it, the skin unthreaded without a hitch
English assignment, 1987 - Werewolf Cop/Vigilante something?
Originally written on a suitcase-typewriter that has long since disappeared. i thought the story had vanished too, until i stumbled across it today.
An Invasion from the East
It wasn't unnatural, but there was about as much personalty in it as you'd see in your average typewriter. he wanted to see me whenever i was free to meet, in the cafeteria at police hq. wait...
The Persistent Dragon: The Best-Laid Plans
Jacob heard a great deal of typewriter typing on the other end. "yes sir, are you currently in danger?" "no … no, i'm fine. the burglars are dead." "i'll dispatch a police wagon and ambulance right away, sir.