Homestuck Typing Quirks Novels & Stories

I pointed again. "These lines begin lightly." My finger slid farther down. "The spacing." "What about it?" "She always left slightly larger gaps after commas." He squinted, still unconvinced. I moved lower. "The ends of her letters." "What about them?" "They curved upward." I traced the final stroke of a word. "These end straight." Bobby folded his arms tighter. "You're imagining things." "No." I looked at another page. "The rhythm." He sighed heavily. "Rhythm?" "Everyone writes with one."

My jaw aches from how tightly I’m holding it. I start typing. I stop. I start again. This time, I don’t delete. And whatever I’m about to say… I know there’s no coming back from it.

yet not wanting to postpone i chose to ping the msg and wait for her reply. * i'm sorry for being late for this * * i haven't moved on yet* i hit the send button and saw the one tick means the message was successfully delivered. a moment passed and the screen was still the same. * i haven't moved yet from my past relationship* added further hoping that she won't get perplexed about what i was saying. my eye balls came out when i saw the blank ticks turning into double blue ticks. She is online and reads my messages. Wait, didn't she sleep yet ? my heartbeats increased when i saw 'typing' instead of online. *typing*

Not yet. I type two words. It’s over. Then I add one more line. “Coming home.” I hit send. The river hums beneath us, steady and quiet at last.

I would then watch some milf p**n and get off before I went to bed. Opening my eyes, I cleared my mind and re-read the first half of the story. I then started to type. The first few sentences were forced, but as time went on, I caught on and my fingers started to blur across the keyboard. As always when I wrote I became immersed in the story and got more into than I had thought I would. When I typed the words "The End" I sat back and after rubbing my tired eyes was surprised to see it was ten fifteen.

It sent my pulse into a full freefall. I forced my eyes back to the page. One sentence. Just write one coherent sentence. My pen hovered, then traitor sketched the rough outline of his shoulders in the margin instead. Broad. Tapered. Ridiculous. Fantastic. Now I was doodling the guy like some lovesick high-schooler with a sketchbook full of secret crushes. “You’re weird,” he muttered, almost to himself.

The one thing that my intoxicated mind believes might save him from himself. We never finished our game, I text. Does that mean you forfeit? It's not until after I send it off that I realize I typed "fonoshrd" instead of "finished" and "frfeeit" instead of "forfeit," but I'm sure he'll figure it out.

Triathlon and ski dude, and my idea of exercise is walking across the room to get the remote. Oh, man. She was chatting him up. There was a natural opportunity here and he—he couldn’t blow it. He couldn’t blow it. He sat there in his boxer briefs, typing away with one finger on his ridiculous smart phone interface and realized that the boxer briefs were getting awfully uncomfortable. Because as he typed, he stared at her little avatar with those sweet dimples, and that amazing, intelligent look on her face and decided that his body’s response was telling him pretty much all he needed to know. He typed out something that sounded good on the surface, and then the second that he typed it—augh!—

His free hand gripped my hip; the other steadied the typewriter stand above us. Then came the real madness. He adjusted the pulley. The typewriter descended until the carriage rested directly on my heaving breasts, the cold metal pressing my nipples flat, keys hovering just above skin. Every thrust of his hips rocked my body, moving the carriage in erratic jolts. Random letters typed themselves across my tits in real time, the smudged ink ribbon dragging black streaks over pale flesh, marking my nipples, my cleavage, my collarbone with gibberish that looked like ecstatic code.

So...There has been an issue with the formating that I use to differentiate between the chatracters talking out loud and when they are mindlinking. The mindlink should be bold and in italics, and while it looks like that in the author center and all of my views, it does not seem to be that way for your view as the readers. It is something that is being worked on. In the mean time I will place ' *** ' at the beginning and end of the mindlinked dialogue just so it makes sense for context.