The Hall of Fire

I read voraciously, my biggest problem is the sheer volume of books I face every time I enter a book store these days. I mean walls and walls and WALLS of books, I don't know where to start . . . *sigh* and I just don't recognize most of the authors any more. :oops: I just finished a very interestin...

Primula_Baggins wrote:(may I call you Scribbles? I'm Prim).

<loads plate appreciatively>

Of course you may call me Scribbles . . . it's far less formal . . . (and less letters to type than SilverScribe, LOL) Most folks call me that anyway and I don't mind at all.

:D:D

I find it odd that the word "alway" is used, instead of the more common "always" . . . the poem has always ;) looked odd to me because of that. As for oil refineries, we live across the river from what is affectionately known as Refinery Row. We are a fair distance away, but at n...

Goodness Faramond! I'm amazed that anyone would do anything more in-depth than just glance over my verses . . . thank you . . . :oops: I have another, much more recent offering . . . What Hand What hand has carved this crystal place, what eye beheld this, before time and space were but a thought in ...

puts two fingers in her mouth and whistles softly, a large contingent of Dwarves in Aprons file in quietly and leave trays of pancakes, french toast, waffles, butter, maple syrup (the Real Canadian Stuff), grilled breakfast sausages, slices of sweet ham, soft boiled eggs, platters of fresh cut frui...

Oh, erm yes . . . it's mine. And it's quite old, let's see, I was living in a loft apartment downtown at the time . . . oh . . . it must be nearly twenty years ago now . . . and my kitchen nook window faced east and looked out on the front street with these huge, beautiful old trees. Watching fall s...

Dance of Death There, across the street from me, trees have put on their golden halos. Down the road, later and later come creeping the morning shadows. Longer nights, shorter days, a signal that heralds the end, I know. The breeze has turned a razor's edge and the cold comes keener now. A world gon...

oops, sorry, wrong thread . .

:shock: What IS it with everyone drinking my wine? :scratch: You were all given your own baskets! Every last one of you, except perhaps Jn . . . I think I ended up with the oven/mitt potholder thingy . . . and besides, the wine in that basket would only last a few hours . . . And you know, it's alw...

:shock: sidles up to the purist Ah, you really should let me taste a few, just to make sure they're all right y'know . . . it would be a darn shame if you ended up with bad bottles, yep a cryin' shame . . . I'll just sample a few for ya, better safe than sorry . . . :D opens a Rodney Strong Old Vine...

Welcome SilverScripe. I hope you will come out of the corner soon. SilverScripe? looks around Where? :P:D:D:D Oh, I have to sneak out of the corner once in a while, after all, I CAN'T let Jynusa worry about having to eat all the cheese dip herself . . . =:) PS: Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh, it finally tweaked w...

sneaks in and finds a conveniently placed potted palm to lurk behind

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