I hit the keypad and enter the apartment. Much to my surprise, the bed sheets are a mess, the comforter on the floor. I left the place neat and tidy. His glasses are on the bedside table. He must be here. My heart races and I turn. The bathroom door is closed, and a light shines from below. Too late for me to leave. I have to face him.
sister sue
key pad, remember the days when you played with the typing game?
we all sat beside you at the computer while you whizzed by on the keyboard and then I would do the same only using the number keypad and it was all a game of amusement.
now it’s a race to see who can finish first, who can win this cut throat race to the end of the line and win their lives and who will be the one to type on the keypad.
Samie
The keypad seemed ominous. What would I write? Where would I begin? How could I know if people would care what I wrote? So many thoughts, questions. Am I good enough? Can I be a writer?
Becky
The central and most important appartment for a single guy. Your Keypad. usually an innercity location and the place retired to after partying. originated in 18thcentury london
Simo
I typed the numbers into the keypad, careful to avoid the SEVEN, which was not just lucky happenstance – no PIN of mine will ever have a SEVEN – devil’s number, no matter what you’ve heard about it’s neighbor to the left.
Marian
keypad. im typing on a key pad. my phone has a keypad, my old phone had multiple. im having trouple typing this on my keypad right now. its 6:30 im madd high and just drove over 12 hours. keypad, i though keyboard ha.
elizabeth
I DONT LIKE SOMEBODY TO FORGET HIS COMMITMENT
ARPIT
i was just considering how much my wrist is hurting from having used basically nothing but my phone for internetting in the last two months. i probably need better hobbies because i have given myself some legit carpal tunnel from excessive texting at twenty :(
sarah
TO WRITE SOME THING
KASHIF
he touched the keypad, entering his carefully selected password in. the door did not open. He tried again, thinking he may have misentered his passcode, or that the keypad malfunctioned. It didn’t work again. he punched the keypad in distress, denting it.
caroline
Learning to type the keypad without looking at the keys was a difficult task for me. Thanks to practice on a brand name program, I learned after allowing numerous letter bugs to hit my winshield for typing.
baraco1
To learn to skip a rock was one of my favorite childhood challenges. I learned while at church camp along the Mattole River, in Northern California. It was a huge accomplishment. I was the only girl in camp who could do it!
baraco1
the key……………..pad a tad mad, bad and sad
james
“The keypad was to help lock the vault in a more secure way. The only problem was that my dog ate the piece of paper that the code was scrawled on. I tried to recall it from memory, but as you can see that didn’t work out so well,” she explained to the officer as she hung upside down from the booby trap.
Marcie
She typed on the keypad furiously, annoying the buzzing family around her. She did this, often. Escaping to the world of online friends that were most likely stalkers, to avoid these horrid family reunions. Her aunt and her mom would start talking about politics, her uncle and her dad would start discussing China, and her two sisters would be in the back, arguing over who’s boyfriend was better.
Alina
it is the most useful excersice place for my fingers. jumbled mumbled words . made from 2 words
evrey laptop has iit and now phones also have it.
qwerty
Ritika
My keypad usually works, but ever since I tried to clean the dust out from underneath my keys with a paperclip, my shift key for my right hand has never been the same. Usually I have to pop it down in order to get it to work properly. It’s very sad.
Cate
i don’t like this word.
jericho
keypad? reminds me of workin for a bank back in the 80s and teaching myself how to run the proof machine. i fucking ran through that 10 key like a maniac. it was my first real job. can you imagine your deposits and withdrawals managed by ME????
KmZ
She stared at the keypad. Her eyes travelling from key to key, slowly spelling out his number. She closed the phone, and pressed it to his chest. I miss you, she thought, I am sorry.
sydni
The cool plastic under my fingers is the conduit for which my creativity flows. I scan the letters with their white print and feel a sense of belonging, and purpose to my musings. I see the possibility of worlds, colors all exploding as the rhythmic clicking engulfs my being.
Kristi
Hate my ATM pins…always choose things that anyone who knows me could guess.
But it works out fine, because if anyone who knows me steals my pin, then I’ll be able to find them more easily than a stranger. Therefore, I have no fear of choosing passwords which are ridiculously…
Nora
this keypad is kinda cool to type on cause it’s like gel or something i dunno. but it makes me type somewhat fast and it’s coolbeans. my dad types so so so slow on it though haha it’s kind of funny he uses two index fingers and does that thing when he twirls one finger around looking for a certain key. haha. go steve. he’s such a cool dad.
charlo
what the fuck am I supposed to write about keypad?! I mean seriously, couldn’t they give you like a more artistic word, something like, “copacetic” or “oblivious” or even just, “cellar door” bust seriously. Keypad? Wtf?
ananda
keypad is something that you type with or enter numbers with for computers remotes or calculators. keypads
andy
keypad? kneepad. lilypad. mini pad. notepad. maxi pad. footpad. i’m bad. so sad.
MoonKitty
keypad.. hmm… definitely typing lol. to my girlfriend. emails. mac computers. im not really sure why i’m doing this. it’s kinda fun.. so yeah keypad. definitely computers, and emailing, and texting also. keypad on your cell… sounds about right. calling people. all about communication. i love to communicate.
gabby
I type, I type. It’s almost there. Words flowing from every cell in my body, it’s almost perfect. This is what I do. No, no.
This is what I am.
I continue on, taking deep breaths of vowels and consonants as the story takes shape, takes flight- up, up and away, taking me with it. I am in love with my words, with my work.
adam.
key oad? That’s my word? How lame. I mean, just keypad. Not barn or mittens or hell, even the?? Keypad? What the he;ll am I supposed to say about key pad? Hey, my phone has one? It’s not even keyboard. Really?
Laura
click click click tap tap tap…. and so does the story of one’s life gets passed from heart, to hand, to cold black plastic, to screen, to the world, to all that is. this is life. this is motion. this is me.
EA Nanes
I type repeatedly on my keypad, creating my own little song. It sings about me being alone, every night. Oh, how I wish I was known, and cared about. But the truth is, if I disappeared right NOW, NO ONE WOULD CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Marissa
i sat down and faced the computer screen probing my mind for something to type. As I touched the keypad, it seemed like memories of youthful exhuberance rushed in leaving me with bluried thougths. I want to write, but what? What am I suppose to do with the keyboard?
Chris
When I think of the word keypad, I think of typing. When I think of typing, I think of writing. When I think of writing, I think of blank pages. When I think of blank pages, I think of writer’s block. And that is about the worst thing in the world, so I don’t want to think about keypads.
Tawnya
punchy little devil
playing dumb
but you know what i’m going to say before I even push you
why can’t you just do it yourself
and save me the agony
of finding the right words?
Secret-Keeper
mamab
I really don’t use my key BOARD very well. I type with three fingers on my right hand and one on my left hand. It looks pretty stupid and then i miss having an actual keyboard on my phone and having to use T9 because now it’s like a key board and not like a key pad.
Hannah
I never learned to type, not the traditional way. I should learn, I know, but honestly I hunt-and-peck so fast that doing it the right way would slow me down for a long time. Can’t bring myself to do it.
Marcia
I’m sitting here typing on a keypad. A keypad that is my portal to the world. I can send an email, a text message, make a phone call, play a song, deactivate an alarm with a keypad. A keypad is the secret passageway between human life and electronic artificial-life.
mallory
I use my keypad to write a letter or a note or a silly game. my keypad is my friend without it my computer would be useless. I like my computer, it helps me keep int touch with people that are far away or close by. I can do business or just have fun.
kim
My fingers flow like water when they hit the keypad. Or at least that’s what everyone tells me. I like to think that my fingers are doing a sort of dance as they glide from letter to letter, swooping and tapping relentlessly. It’s a song in itself. Even when my fingers are cold.
hugarbol
Clicking away over IM, Kaycee and I had a chance to get to know each other better:
“Would you jump in and save me if a shark swam by?”
“What? No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s like those oxygen mask directions. I gotta be safe before you are.”
I hit the keypad and enter the apartment. Much to my surprise, the bed sheets are a mess, the comforter on the floor. I left the place neat and tidy. His glasses are on the bedside table. He must be here. My heart races and I turn. The bathroom door is closed, and a light shines from below. Too late for me to leave. I have to face him.
key pad, remember the days when you played with the typing game?
we all sat beside you at the computer while you whizzed by on the keyboard and then I would do the same only using the number keypad and it was all a game of amusement.
now it’s a race to see who can finish first, who can win this cut throat race to the end of the line and win their lives and who will be the one to type on the keypad.
The keypad seemed ominous. What would I write? Where would I begin? How could I know if people would care what I wrote? So many thoughts, questions. Am I good enough? Can I be a writer?
The central and most important appartment for a single guy. Your Keypad. usually an innercity location and the place retired to after partying. originated in 18thcentury london
I typed the numbers into the keypad, careful to avoid the SEVEN, which was not just lucky happenstance – no PIN of mine will ever have a SEVEN – devil’s number, no matter what you’ve heard about it’s neighbor to the left.
keypad. im typing on a key pad. my phone has a keypad, my old phone had multiple. im having trouple typing this on my keypad right now. its 6:30 im madd high and just drove over 12 hours. keypad, i though keyboard ha.
I DONT LIKE SOMEBODY TO FORGET HIS COMMITMENT
i was just considering how much my wrist is hurting from having used basically nothing but my phone for internetting in the last two months. i probably need better hobbies because i have given myself some legit carpal tunnel from excessive texting at twenty :(
TO WRITE SOME THING
he touched the keypad, entering his carefully selected password in. the door did not open. He tried again, thinking he may have misentered his passcode, or that the keypad malfunctioned. It didn’t work again. he punched the keypad in distress, denting it.
Learning to type the keypad without looking at the keys was a difficult task for me. Thanks to practice on a brand name program, I learned after allowing numerous letter bugs to hit my winshield for typing.
To learn to skip a rock was one of my favorite childhood challenges. I learned while at church camp along the Mattole River, in Northern California. It was a huge accomplishment. I was the only girl in camp who could do it!
the key……………..pad a tad mad, bad and sad
“The keypad was to help lock the vault in a more secure way. The only problem was that my dog ate the piece of paper that the code was scrawled on. I tried to recall it from memory, but as you can see that didn’t work out so well,” she explained to the officer as she hung upside down from the booby trap.
She typed on the keypad furiously, annoying the buzzing family around her. She did this, often. Escaping to the world of online friends that were most likely stalkers, to avoid these horrid family reunions. Her aunt and her mom would start talking about politics, her uncle and her dad would start discussing China, and her two sisters would be in the back, arguing over who’s boyfriend was better.
it is the most useful excersice place for my fingers. jumbled mumbled words . made from 2 words
evrey laptop has iit and now phones also have it.
qwerty
My keypad usually works, but ever since I tried to clean the dust out from underneath my keys with a paperclip, my shift key for my right hand has never been the same. Usually I have to pop it down in order to get it to work properly. It’s very sad.
i don’t like this word.
keypad? reminds me of workin for a bank back in the 80s and teaching myself how to run the proof machine. i fucking ran through that 10 key like a maniac. it was my first real job. can you imagine your deposits and withdrawals managed by ME????
She stared at the keypad. Her eyes travelling from key to key, slowly spelling out his number. She closed the phone, and pressed it to his chest. I miss you, she thought, I am sorry.
The cool plastic under my fingers is the conduit for which my creativity flows. I scan the letters with their white print and feel a sense of belonging, and purpose to my musings. I see the possibility of worlds, colors all exploding as the rhythmic clicking engulfs my being.
Hate my ATM pins…always choose things that anyone who knows me could guess.
But it works out fine, because if anyone who knows me steals my pin, then I’ll be able to find them more easily than a stranger. Therefore, I have no fear of choosing passwords which are ridiculously…
this keypad is kinda cool to type on cause it’s like gel or something i dunno. but it makes me type somewhat fast and it’s coolbeans. my dad types so so so slow on it though haha it’s kind of funny he uses two index fingers and does that thing when he twirls one finger around looking for a certain key. haha. go steve. he’s such a cool dad.
what the fuck am I supposed to write about keypad?! I mean seriously, couldn’t they give you like a more artistic word, something like, “copacetic” or “oblivious” or even just, “cellar door” bust seriously. Keypad? Wtf?
keypad is something that you type with or enter numbers with for computers remotes or calculators. keypads
keypad? kneepad. lilypad. mini pad. notepad. maxi pad. footpad. i’m bad. so sad.
keypad.. hmm… definitely typing lol. to my girlfriend. emails. mac computers. im not really sure why i’m doing this. it’s kinda fun.. so yeah keypad. definitely computers, and emailing, and texting also. keypad on your cell… sounds about right. calling people. all about communication. i love to communicate.
I type, I type. It’s almost there. Words flowing from every cell in my body, it’s almost perfect. This is what I do. No, no.
This is what I am.
I continue on, taking deep breaths of vowels and consonants as the story takes shape, takes flight- up, up and away, taking me with it. I am in love with my words, with my work.
key oad? That’s my word? How lame. I mean, just keypad. Not barn or mittens or hell, even the?? Keypad? What the he;ll am I supposed to say about key pad? Hey, my phone has one? It’s not even keyboard. Really?
click click click tap tap tap…. and so does the story of one’s life gets passed from heart, to hand, to cold black plastic, to screen, to the world, to all that is. this is life. this is motion. this is me.
I type repeatedly on my keypad, creating my own little song. It sings about me being alone, every night. Oh, how I wish I was known, and cared about. But the truth is, if I disappeared right NOW, NO ONE WOULD CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i sat down and faced the computer screen probing my mind for something to type. As I touched the keypad, it seemed like memories of youthful exhuberance rushed in leaving me with bluried thougths. I want to write, but what? What am I suppose to do with the keyboard?
When I think of the word keypad, I think of typing. When I think of typing, I think of writing. When I think of writing, I think of blank pages. When I think of blank pages, I think of writer’s block. And that is about the worst thing in the world, so I don’t want to think about keypads.
punchy little devil
playing dumb
but you know what i’m going to say before I even push you
why can’t you just do it yourself
and save me the agony
of finding the right words?
Secret-Keeper
I really don’t use my key BOARD very well. I type with three fingers on my right hand and one on my left hand. It looks pretty stupid and then i miss having an actual keyboard on my phone and having to use T9 because now it’s like a key board and not like a key pad.
I never learned to type, not the traditional way. I should learn, I know, but honestly I hunt-and-peck so fast that doing it the right way would slow me down for a long time. Can’t bring myself to do it.
I’m sitting here typing on a keypad. A keypad that is my portal to the world. I can send an email, a text message, make a phone call, play a song, deactivate an alarm with a keypad. A keypad is the secret passageway between human life and electronic artificial-life.
I use my keypad to write a letter or a note or a silly game. my keypad is my friend without it my computer would be useless. I like my computer, it helps me keep int touch with people that are far away or close by. I can do business or just have fun.
My fingers flow like water when they hit the keypad. Or at least that’s what everyone tells me. I like to think that my fingers are doing a sort of dance as they glide from letter to letter, swooping and tapping relentlessly. It’s a song in itself. Even when my fingers are cold.
Clicking away over IM, Kaycee and I had a chance to get to know each other better:
“Would you jump in and save me if a shark swam by?”
“What? No.”
“Why not?”
“It’s like those oxygen mask directions. I gotta be safe before you are.”