Cookie had been sitting back in one of the high-backed leather chairs in the library, listening to the many conversations in the room. He noticed the young woman sitting at the desk, reading. A book she’d brought down from the shelves had caught his eye. Just as he stood, Maude entered the room, “Do...

Maude cautiously climbed the stairs behind Ibrahim; the man’s frame lit by a halo of candlelight was the only thing guiding her. He paused on occasion to light a candle in a wall sconce, and progressively made his way toward the library. At the top of the stairs, she gently placed a hand on his shou...

Hell yeah Lighty, I love this thang.........................................

While Cookie headed upstairs with the rest of the group headed for the library, Maude hung back, “I’ll go check out the stables, if that is acceptable; you mentioned that the cultists had slaughtered your horses a few years back. I know a lot of time has passed, and I’m sure you inspected them thoro...

“Well, old friend, my restaurant has been left in capable hands; a telegraph will be required to notify my staff of my extended stay. I’m in, partner.” Cookie exclaimed in a robust, jocular tone. Maude had a look of consternation and conflict, “I could use a rousing adventure; however, my ranch hand...

Ignoring the large man’s comment, Maude smiled politely under a cool stare and nodded toward Dr. Zelman. She took another pull from her pipe and extended her free hand toward Detective Wessex after exhaling, “Maude Brewster. A pleasure, Detective; gentlemen.” She made her way into the den, heading f...

Newt surveyed the room as he stretched, wiping his tear-streaked face. Another of the odd paintings hung on the far wall, next to a small, filled washbasin. He stalked to the basin, and furiously scrubbed his face and hands. As he used a small cloth to dry off, he noticed a small piece of stationary...

go make me a "sammich"

Newt stepped wearily out of the carriage, and nodded to the driver. Slinging his satchel over his shoulder, he made his way to the door and rapped three times with his shillelagh. He stood a head taller than the brown fellow who opened the door a moment later. The little man spoke, "Ah! You mus...

Helium, Helium, Helium.

GrahamKennedy wrote:

I'll take the middle chick's face, on the chick in the blue, plus that hair, w/the legs of the chick in yellow.

I meant luck of our circumstances at the time. We got there first cause we invested more in the technology. And we had Einstein.

... I motion to go "off topic".

Unicorns and rainbows...........yeeaaaa

Lighty, that dude is stupid. Almost everyone was working on same/similar technology; we got lucky and beat 'em to the punch.

In short bombs win wars. Now, why can't we glass Afghanistan?

Mikey wrote:My daughter made the 8U travel softball team. Thank goodness, I wasn't sure if I had enough magnets on my tailgate.

Yea! what position? I'm a switch hitter myself ha....ha....ha. And was bounced around short stop, third, and 2nd.