House Rules
I suppose that some writers still prefer a typewriter, or even writing by paw into a notebook.
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 5) Mean Gene W24
I tore it out of the typewriter and held it to the tiny stream of sunlight.. _kyell yawns and stretches out in the grass, soaking up the warmth of a june day.
Mystery Meat
As a cartoon character would eat corn in a typewriter fashion, yami grinds through stalk after stalk, greens and juice flying everywhere._ _ sheila can barely keep up with her friends.
Roman Tour
They were having a sandwich sitting on the steps of the vittoriano, an impressive mass of columns, statues and stairs that sat on a side of the capitoline hill overpowering all the surrounding buildings and known by the locals as wedding cake or typewriter
The Digimon Wars Chapter 11 What Just Happened?
Michael walked into a big room with tables, chairs, cabinets, blank papers, maps of the human world and the digital world, pencils and pens, typewriters and some laptops. michael sat down infront of an table that could have 12 people on it.
Prince of the Hill 4
Gielle asked as he saw the weird looking typewriting device that toby had settled on the desk. "oh, this is an electronic typewriter i use. it's like a laptop for the blind" he said as he inserted a thick roll of paper on the end.
Visitation
When the fervor died down, he made his way to the front desk where a skunk lady was placidly typing away at a typewriter. he leaned against the counter. "hello, there," he said. the skunk continued typing, only looking up at him after a few seconds.
A Behemothian Wake-Up Call [COM]
His traps threatened to lock his head in place, while his abs protruded out like the keys on a typewriter. all of this was capped off by a treasure trail that ran from his colossal pec valley all the way down to his shredded pelvis.
Her First Clutch
Finally, she clicked the power switch to her typewriter, grabbed the eggs and walked out of her building with a wave to the few people still working. cold wind swirled around the young woman as she stepped into the gray afternoon air.
The Pleased Failure of a Fiendish Fox
I think i was chased here by, like, a typewriter with teeth or some shit." "no, you fool. it was _i_ who brought you here. you're the perfect test subject, no connections, no purpose in life, no one will miss you . . ."
Retsuko's Awakening
Though he preferred working with a typewriter, the portable computer was good for a few things. he finally stopped typing and faced her again with an obvious sense of amusement. "so, how long have you been up to this?" the pig asked.
A Colorful Month 8
Shaking his head, he distracted himself as they left the electronics, leaning over a typewriter. he dragged his fingers over the keys, imagining them dancing and bouncing against the metal bar, and the image was oddly pleasing.