i like typing down my thoughts. what a beautiful mix of ink and poetry, what a way of expressing the ,most inner beauty and traumas of ones soul. it is like a paint brush with words. beautiful. historic. i want a type writer. i could write many stories about people far and near, maybe not so different from me. It is a passage to another world and all its intensity.
The lanky man sat at his typewriter, staring out of his window and looking to the depths of the city. Mounds of mistakes were crumpled and tossed onto the floor. The writer’s life was a bleak one, but the man had high hopes for himself. But optimism is a poison that conceals realism.
A writer sits and stares, a battle of wills against the blank space before him. The white zone looks so vast and empty. Soon his fingers begin to move over the keys. Tap tap tap tap the words begin to flood the emptiness with prose.
The lanky man sat at his typewriter, staring out of his window and looking to the depths of the city. Mounds of mistakes were crumpled and tossed onto the floor, and he scratched his neglected beard that began to grow wildly on his chin. The writer’s life was a bleak one, but the man had high hopes for himself. But optimism is a poison that can eclipse realism.
I sat down my head fueled with many different things.what happened. What did I do. My dairy wasn’t going to go that far but one my amazing life would become a book? What am I talking about? Will my life hasn’t been the greatest life.my mother died when I was,my dad is recovering drug addicted and my sister is mentally mad.so you see my life isn’t that great but it could be better..right? Well I should start about what happened at the beginning of this day. Well,I made plans for Christmas.I have to visit my sister and go visit my dad.
all night we sat to chat.
you hid behind your words
and i behind my camera
sending a statement to the other coffee shop goers
dont bother our relationship has begun
despite the comments the laughter and snide remarks
we remained
until closing,
consumed in each others presence.
but now what am i left with?
nothing but your words
what you hide behind
meaning nothing but that
im running out of ink in my typewriter.
The typewriter would keep her up all night. “Keep it down!” she hissed, but she could tell that Greg was deep in thought. What could he possibly be writing that was so important? Did it have something to do with that women she’d seen him with the other day? No, she thought, that couldn’t possibly be. Greg is a faithful man. She shook the thought away.
-Greg
The invitations were much harder to write on a type writer. Could she know? Janice was a very beautiful lady. Rather promiscuous as well, He wondered if Sara had thought he was having an affair. Never would he wish that upon her. He only wanted the party to be a surprise.
The typewriter clicks into place, the hollow echoes of the keys sticking in their place. This isn’t the first time its happened, time has worn the machine to its bitter end. Rusted and worn beyond comparison. My last sentence fly’s past my eyes, the zing pierces my ears before the thud of my final full stop, then silence.
Well, I guess I’m writing on a laptop aren’t I? Not a typewriter? That’s pretty cool. Thank God for inventions and science or I’d probably be asleep right now and not typing by candlelight.
archaic, to say the least. an important origin of the modern computer keyboard system but to be quite frank i overhyped them in my mind- only to become rather disillusioned when i received the one i asked for on my 11th birthday, worse than the time i asked for a sewing machine.
Oh shit. I’ve got this word again. I just wrote about this word but somehow it all got erased so now I’m doing it over. Anyway, I’ve never had one.Typewriters don’t seem very practical at all. Get a dog or something instead. i promise it’ll be a better investment.
My boyfriend Kevin has a friend who has a typewriter and everyone comes in to her room and just types something up. Anything. They’ll write about personal secrets, random nonsense, and then just stick it in a folder. I want something like that. Something special. Something unique.
I wish I had a typewriter. It’s one of the only things I’d really like. There’s something about typewriters that make it seem like whatever you have to write or say is something profound. That’s something else I’ve always wanted…to be profound. Maybe if I had a typewriter…then I could also be profound. To someone or maybe just myself.
I could write all over her skin. She liked to put her arm between my striking keys and the paper to remind me she was more important than my writing. And she was. She said she liked the feeling of the keys snapping down on her hands.
There was a typewriter in her house when she was a little girl. She used to sit there for hours typing away, pretending to write her novel. It made her feel important. It made her feel like she was somewhere other than where she really was. The world seemed more like a dream when she used her typewriter. The possibilities were there.
Typewriters give off a vintage feel. Letters sitting on paper with sharp serifs in black ink. The crisp clacking sounds of the keys or the ding at the end of every sentence, making mistakes by pressing the wrong button and feeding the piece of paper through.
a type writer is an older version of what we now call the key board. It was originally how papers were typed before they were sent to the printer. They were very large and bulky looking so it has really come a long as way as far as being sleek and much easier to use. Although it was a great invention. it looks c
They keys on his typewriter were old, used and sticky. The keys would stay stuck, creating a series of errors he was unable to fix as this was his last sheet. He laughed; I am the typewriter and this story is my life, he thought.
You use a typewriter to write things. If it weren’t for the invention of a typewriter this computer wouldn’t exist and i would not be stumbling right now. I would have never found this. You put one piece of paper in at a time and have to push it back to the left every line after the ding sound. Computers are much more convenient. Now this thing gave me another 60 seconds to continue writing about a typewriter. When was the first typewriter even invented? Ny who? When did the rest of the typers we stop using them?
The rickety keys clicked as she let the thoughts that she had kept inside flow through the letters. The memories, long forgotten, came alive again at her fingertips. The wounds she thought that were healed and scarred, the pain came anew, fresh, as if it happened yesterday.
typewriters are so old. they are so genuine and true that they have been made obsolete. we, as humans, don’t want things that cannot correct, for we have made so many mistakes ourselves that anything that emphasizes them makes us angry.
I like them. i havnt really used one. i played with one at my family friends house. but she got rid of it yearrrsss ago. i miss playing with one. i dont think i could use one now. they seem to hard. i like computers way better. i can make mistakes.
the sound of the typewriter was keeping me up. again. mom was on a role, which was good for us because grocery money was running low and i was getting hungry. this one sounds like gold… hopefully. i’m sick of being hungry and scared of whether we will have food tomorrow.
The most beautiful piece of technology invented for those who love the use of words. Without it, I am nothing. As would be my fellow observant notebook keepers. Funny how something so simple can connect so many people.
She stared at the typewriter in front of her with a blank face. How was she going to make the deadlines if she didn’t have a single idea of where to start. A sigh escaped her lips and she looked out the window at the snow that sculpted the grass. Maybe she just needed to take a break for a couple of minutes.
so old fashioned, there’s something nostalgic from before my time. remember playing with an old one at my parents’ work, just typing away random sentences and jamming the whole thing up. there’s something really romantic about a typewriter. inefficient, yes, but pretty appealing. nowadays, computers are all gloss and high fashioned.
Well holy shit, I wish I had one of these. I’ve had an electric typewriter before but I’ve never had one of those old-fashioned type typewriters. No pun intended. Lol wait, that wasn’t a pun. Anyways, the closest I’ve gotten to owning one like that is the powerpoint typewriter noises they make. I thought “type writer” was
I once had a typewriter that I took everywhere with me. It was my lucky charm. It was beat up and treated poorly, but I used it every day. I was a trusting device that lead me from my first divorce to my second. I loved it more than my wife and kids.
this move had left me feeling estranged from the rest of the world. i felt alone in this new home, if one could call it that. the only thing that could keep me feeling sane was the typewriter that i had found when i was seventeen at a thrift store for $1.29. to this day, it is still a little piece of home.
I’ve never been a fan of the typewriter. The loud clacking, the lack of a backspace button, the inconvenience of having to start completely over if I fucked up. My first typing class I ever took we used typewriters, and while I got really good at it, I really did detest the class. “asdf ;lkj asdf ;lkj fdsa jkl;” .. Ugh. What a joke!
typing on the typewriter is fun. it reminds me of the good old days. everything about a type writer is interesting. i wish we still used them. the internet is around nowadays and no one uses typewriters. instead everyone just has macbooks. however, i’m kind of happy we have computers because we have stumble upon! i love stumbling. i feel like i find out great things about the world that way. i really enjoy typing random things in this word box. i never really get the chance to do this. if i were typing on a typewriter i wouldn’t be able to backspace and make any corrections. this would probably look a lot different.
coffee and crepes only to taste lips of lust
hear my noises and feel my press
upon the keys of an old communicator.
eyes make contact
and talk on there own
theres no need for such things as
typewriters.
I have an old typewriter. :) It’s really fun to type on because the keys are so different than the ones we have now. Could you imagine having to type an essay or research paper on one though? Yikes.
I wish that days of old could replace these days of new. Technology– invention, newness….good. vintage….days of pureness….simplicity..the typewriter….better. there was no correction, then. There was just what you had to say. and you said it.
i think typewriters are so cool they remind of old movies with the detectives writing about there day . they also make a cool sound. my uncle as an old typewriter in his garage.
An old and outdated thing is the typewriter. You can imagine young hopefuls sitting down with grand ideas and images to play out on this ancient device. If only it was just ink and letters as it used to be. With digital things, come digital problems.
Arthur’s fingers pressed the keys of that old typewriter with a gentle fondness that Alfred could not understand. The thing was as old as Arthur, and he’d bought the man a new computer for his birthday, complete with state-of-the-art keyboard, and Arthur still insisted on using that damn typewriter to do his work. Sometimes he wondered if Arthur was an old soul trapped in the body of a 23 year old.
My mom use to tell me about how they had a typewtiting class in highschool instead of a computer class. Me and m bro likke to joke and say how shes prehistoric even though shes 35. She said that there was no backspacing. WHat you wrote was what you had. If you messed up then you had to start over completely. She told me this as complained about my Computer Class in Middle School. But I can use a computer better now and my gwam is 45 a min. I’m so glad i never had to use a typewriter in school, although, i would love to use one for fun. Mom says that it actually be quite fun to use. If you think about it, a typewriter is like life. You can’t correct your mistakes, just keep moving forward, and prayy you don’t make too many before its over. I may ask my mom if she can recover one for me so i can give it a try
i like typing down my thoughts. what a beautiful mix of ink and poetry, what a way of expressing the ,most inner beauty and traumas of ones soul. it is like a paint brush with words. beautiful. historic. i want a type writer. i could write many stories about people far and near, maybe not so different from me. It is a passage to another world and all its intensity.
The lanky man sat at his typewriter, staring out of his window and looking to the depths of the city. Mounds of mistakes were crumpled and tossed onto the floor. The writer’s life was a bleak one, but the man had high hopes for himself. But optimism is a poison that conceals realism.
A writer sits and stares, a battle of wills against the blank space before him. The white zone looks so vast and empty. Soon his fingers begin to move over the keys. Tap tap tap tap the words begin to flood the emptiness with prose.
The lanky man sat at his typewriter, staring out of his window and looking to the depths of the city. Mounds of mistakes were crumpled and tossed onto the floor, and he scratched his neglected beard that began to grow wildly on his chin. The writer’s life was a bleak one, but the man had high hopes for himself. But optimism is a poison that can eclipse realism.
I sat down my head fueled with many different things.what happened. What did I do. My dairy wasn’t going to go that far but one my amazing life would become a book? What am I talking about? Will my life hasn’t been the greatest life.my mother died when I was,my dad is recovering drug addicted and my sister is mentally mad.so you see my life isn’t that great but it could be better..right? Well I should start about what happened at the beginning of this day. Well,I made plans for Christmas.I have to visit my sister and go visit my dad.
all night we sat to chat.
you hid behind your words
and i behind my camera
sending a statement to the other coffee shop goers
dont bother our relationship has begun
despite the comments the laughter and snide remarks
we remained
until closing,
consumed in each others presence.
but now what am i left with?
nothing but your words
what you hide behind
meaning nothing but that
im running out of ink in my typewriter.
-Sara
The typewriter would keep her up all night. “Keep it down!” she hissed, but she could tell that Greg was deep in thought. What could he possibly be writing that was so important? Did it have something to do with that women she’d seen him with the other day? No, she thought, that couldn’t possibly be. Greg is a faithful man. She shook the thought away.
-Greg
The invitations were much harder to write on a type writer. Could she know? Janice was a very beautiful lady. Rather promiscuous as well, He wondered if Sara had thought he was having an affair. Never would he wish that upon her. He only wanted the party to be a surprise.
The typewriter clicks into place, the hollow echoes of the keys sticking in their place. This isn’t the first time its happened, time has worn the machine to its bitter end. Rusted and worn beyond comparison. My last sentence fly’s past my eyes, the zing pierces my ears before the thud of my final full stop, then silence.
Well, I guess I’m writing on a laptop aren’t I? Not a typewriter? That’s pretty cool. Thank God for inventions and science or I’d probably be asleep right now and not typing by candlelight.
these words are nothing but socially accepted symbolic letters and i am nothing but a secretary at her typewriter copying
archaic, to say the least. an important origin of the modern computer keyboard system but to be quite frank i overhyped them in my mind- only to become rather disillusioned when i received the one i asked for on my 11th birthday, worse than the time i asked for a sewing machine.
Oh shit. I’ve got this word again. I just wrote about this word but somehow it all got erased so now I’m doing it over. Anyway, I’ve never had one.Typewriters don’t seem very practical at all. Get a dog or something instead. i promise it’ll be a better investment.
My boyfriend Kevin has a friend who has a typewriter and everyone comes in to her room and just types something up. Anything. They’ll write about personal secrets, random nonsense, and then just stick it in a folder. I want something like that. Something special. Something unique.
I want one that has an actuator keyboard and a NIC
I wish I had a typewriter. It’s one of the only things I’d really like. There’s something about typewriters that make it seem like whatever you have to write or say is something profound. That’s something else I’ve always wanted…to be profound. Maybe if I had a typewriter…then I could also be profound. To someone or maybe just myself.
I could write all over her skin. She liked to put her arm between my striking keys and the paper to remind me she was more important than my writing. And she was. She said she liked the feeling of the keys snapping down on her hands.
There was a typewriter in her house when she was a little girl. She used to sit there for hours typing away, pretending to write her novel. It made her feel important. It made her feel like she was somewhere other than where she really was. The world seemed more like a dream when she used her typewriter. The possibilities were there.
Typewriters give off a vintage feel. Letters sitting on paper with sharp serifs in black ink. The crisp clacking sounds of the keys or the ding at the end of every sentence, making mistakes by pressing the wrong button and feeding the piece of paper through.
a type writer is an older version of what we now call the key board. It was originally how papers were typed before they were sent to the printer. They were very large and bulky looking so it has really come a long as way as far as being sleek and much easier to use. Although it was a great invention. it looks c
They keys on his typewriter were old, used and sticky. The keys would stay stuck, creating a series of errors he was unable to fix as this was his last sheet. He laughed; I am the typewriter and this story is my life, he thought.
You use a typewriter to write things. If it weren’t for the invention of a typewriter this computer wouldn’t exist and i would not be stumbling right now. I would have never found this. You put one piece of paper in at a time and have to push it back to the left every line after the ding sound. Computers are much more convenient. Now this thing gave me another 60 seconds to continue writing about a typewriter. When was the first typewriter even invented? Ny who? When did the rest of the typers we stop using them?
The rickety keys clicked as she let the thoughts that she had kept inside flow through the letters. The memories, long forgotten, came alive again at her fingertips. The wounds she thought that were healed and scarred, the pain came anew, fresh, as if it happened yesterday.
typewriters are so old. they are so genuine and true that they have been made obsolete. we, as humans, don’t want things that cannot correct, for we have made so many mistakes ourselves that anything that emphasizes them makes us angry.
I like them. i havnt really used one. i played with one at my family friends house. but she got rid of it yearrrsss ago. i miss playing with one. i dont think i could use one now. they seem to hard. i like computers way better. i can make mistakes.
the sound of the typewriter was keeping me up. again. mom was on a role, which was good for us because grocery money was running low and i was getting hungry. this one sounds like gold… hopefully. i’m sick of being hungry and scared of whether we will have food tomorrow.
The most beautiful piece of technology invented for those who love the use of words. Without it, I am nothing. As would be my fellow observant notebook keepers. Funny how something so simple can connect so many people.
She stared at the typewriter in front of her with a blank face. How was she going to make the deadlines if she didn’t have a single idea of where to start. A sigh escaped her lips and she looked out the window at the snow that sculpted the grass. Maybe she just needed to take a break for a couple of minutes.
so old fashioned, there’s something nostalgic from before my time. remember playing with an old one at my parents’ work, just typing away random sentences and jamming the whole thing up. there’s something really romantic about a typewriter. inefficient, yes, but pretty appealing. nowadays, computers are all gloss and high fashioned.
Well holy shit, I wish I had one of these. I’ve had an electric typewriter before but I’ve never had one of those old-fashioned type typewriters. No pun intended. Lol wait, that wasn’t a pun. Anyways, the closest I’ve gotten to owning one like that is the powerpoint typewriter noises they make. I thought “type writer” was
I once had a typewriter that I took everywhere with me. It was my lucky charm. It was beat up and treated poorly, but I used it every day. I was a trusting device that lead me from my first divorce to my second. I loved it more than my wife and kids.
this move had left me feeling estranged from the rest of the world. i felt alone in this new home, if one could call it that. the only thing that could keep me feeling sane was the typewriter that i had found when i was seventeen at a thrift store for $1.29. to this day, it is still a little piece of home.
I’ve never been a fan of the typewriter. The loud clacking, the lack of a backspace button, the inconvenience of having to start completely over if I fucked up. My first typing class I ever took we used typewriters, and while I got really good at it, I really did detest the class. “asdf ;lkj asdf ;lkj fdsa jkl;” .. Ugh. What a joke!
typing on the typewriter is fun. it reminds me of the good old days. everything about a type writer is interesting. i wish we still used them. the internet is around nowadays and no one uses typewriters. instead everyone just has macbooks. however, i’m kind of happy we have computers because we have stumble upon! i love stumbling. i feel like i find out great things about the world that way. i really enjoy typing random things in this word box. i never really get the chance to do this. if i were typing on a typewriter i wouldn’t be able to backspace and make any corrections. this would probably look a lot different.
coffee and crepes only to taste lips of lust
hear my noises and feel my press
upon the keys of an old communicator.
eyes make contact
and talk on there own
theres no need for such things as
typewriters.
I have an old typewriter. :) It’s really fun to type on because the keys are so different than the ones we have now. Could you imagine having to type an essay or research paper on one though? Yikes.
I wish that days of old could replace these days of new. Technology– invention, newness….good. vintage….days of pureness….simplicity..the typewriter….better. there was no correction, then. There was just what you had to say. and you said it.
i think typewriters are so cool they remind of old movies with the detectives writing about there day . they also make a cool sound. my uncle as an old typewriter in his garage.
An old and outdated thing is the typewriter. You can imagine young hopefuls sitting down with grand ideas and images to play out on this ancient device. If only it was just ink and letters as it used to be. With digital things, come digital problems.
Arthur’s fingers pressed the keys of that old typewriter with a gentle fondness that Alfred could not understand. The thing was as old as Arthur, and he’d bought the man a new computer for his birthday, complete with state-of-the-art keyboard, and Arthur still insisted on using that damn typewriter to do his work. Sometimes he wondered if Arthur was an old soul trapped in the body of a 23 year old.
My mom use to tell me about how they had a typewtiting class in highschool instead of a computer class. Me and m bro likke to joke and say how shes prehistoric even though shes 35. She said that there was no backspacing. WHat you wrote was what you had. If you messed up then you had to start over completely. She told me this as complained about my Computer Class in Middle School. But I can use a computer better now and my gwam is 45 a min. I’m so glad i never had to use a typewriter in school, although, i would love to use one for fun. Mom says that it actually be quite fun to use. If you think about it, a typewriter is like life. You can’t correct your mistakes, just keep moving forward, and prayy you don’t make too many before its over. I may ask my mom if she can recover one for me so i can give it a try