50 Clichés | Chapter 1 FULL
My paws are struggling on the typewriter. it's missing the n, the m, and a good chunk of the spacebar. it's a wonder that someone would just leave it on the street a few weeks back.
Navigating in a Changed World - Consulting the Enforcers
It looked like an old typewriter, with a long roll of paper coming out of it as the fox typed.
The Real Confessions of A Werewolf
It appears to have been typed on a typewriter.
You ARE a writer! : Srsly (2nd step on the road to success!)
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and open a vein." people will try and paint some kind of happy smiley face on this, tell you the lie that writing is good for the soul and it is your special unique happy place, blah blah blah. no.
Dark Heart, Dark Seed - Part II
Shade slowly stood up and rested a gentle paw against the scruff of my neck, lifting me off of the typewriter like i weighed nothing at all, floating in a dream.
Relations
"she's been writing like a living typewriter," the minotaur chuckled, catching up to her. "so i've heard," the sergal smiled at him. "come in." galaxy happily skipped past him into his home.
A Tale of the Diluvian South
"suppose so, but i ain't got my typewriter no more," alice say. "what's your name, girl? mine's enki," the hyena say. "alice, please to meet you miss," alice say. ploop. trickle trickle.
A Girl named Lassy Ch. 6
Its kind of like a regular keyboard, but this will turn your head into a sub-woofer, birds into chocolate, and a computer into a typewriter." he said as he hooked it up, pointing out the knobs and settings to alex.
A Manhã Mais Lasciva
At the northeast corner, i had a closet (with an "keep out" sign hanging on the door), i had a table with a typewriter at the northwest corner, along with some papers, a crib on the southeast corner and, at southwest, i had a toy box.
Nowhere Hotel: the frist floor
A typewriter is affixed to the wall, a four-foot-wide cog holds the door head of us shut. a hammering sound is off in the distance.
Thoughts Behind the Scales
And i found him alone at this typewriter. said he had a dream...where i died in his arms. and he held me in tears. said he couldn't bear to lose me...
Warring Kingdoms 2- Theodore
When he'd finished replacing his page with a new sheet of paper, the marble fox frowned as he sat with his finger splayed over the keys of the typewriter.