MobileRead's Win an iPad - E-Reader Survey

[Sweetpea]

Good point there...

[GeoffC]

Alex is on his way back,

new life -

new home ;

just waiting on an internet connection .....

Yippee ..... iPad for someone - hopefully ...

[vivaldirules]

Well, good news for all then!

[GeoffC]

especially the winner of the iPad ......

[B.U.F.F.]

Originally Posted by Alexander Turcic

Please only submit once, if you are found to be cheating we will force you to buy us an iPad (there are a few of you already trying to cheat us by entering multiple times - we will be expecting our iPads soon).

I reread Alex's original post. I think we need to find out who the cheaters are, because it would appear they have not provided the iPads as requested.

[Rich_D]

Originally Posted by GeoffC

Alex is on his way back,

new life -

new home ;

just waiting on an internet connection .....

Yippee ..... iPad for someone - hopefully ...

So I should be getting my winner notification PM soon...

[vivaldirules]

Originally Posted by GeoffC

especially the winner of the iPad ......

Well, and Alexander, too, of course.

[poohbear_nc]

HIGH NOON

The relentless sun beats down on the parched town of MR-Rock, dirty and dusty as last week's socks. Tumble weed blows down deserted streets, shutters bang in the hot, fitful wind, and faded shades try to keep out the sun.

A dark speck on the horizon slowly grows larger as a dusty, bedraggled stranger limps into town. The stranger's clothes are sweat-stained, filthy, and torn. His face is in no better condition. He carries battered saddlebags over his shoulder - his horse died days ago. He's been on the run -- a long time.

Now it's time to come home. He barely has the strength to push through the swinging doors of the Llounge saloon. It's just as hot inside, but blessedly darker. As he stands inside, letting his blasted eyes adjust to the dim and smoky room, a sultry voice with a faded French accent asks "New in town, are you?" As he turns towards the voice, he nearly falls over a tired gray dog, whose dusty coat blends perfectly with the dirty board floor. Only his colorful hat allows folk to avoid stepping on him.

Then he sees HER - a lovely French flower past her prime but still noticeable in this hell-hole. "My name's Zelda," she whispered, "buy me a drink?" She flounced closer, shoving the doggie aside with a stiletto black heel. Her drooping flounces and frills looked like a painting in a museum to the tired traveler -- the most color he'd seen in a while. "I sure could use a Sasparilla," she breathed, and led him to a long wooden bar, scarred by untold gun and knife fights.

The barkeep sidled over and said "What'll you have stranger?"
"Whiskey," he grated in a voice dry as dust, and just as hopeless. "And a Sasparilla for the little lady." "Lady!" chortled the barkeep, "You've got a lot to learn here boy!" Zelda ignored the barb and snuggled closer to the stranger.

As he poured the drinks, the barkeep said "They call me Doc Pshrynk. What do you answer to son?"
"Alex," sighed the stranger. It had been a long time since he had admitted his true name.
"Hmmm," mused Doc, "there used to be an Alex living in these parts. Then one day he up and vanished. Took the town's iPad with him too. Since then we've been completely cut off from the rest of the world. Yup. Even with its spotty wifi connectivity, it was our only connection. Everyone used it. Then it was gone. Now look at us - a sorry, forgotten lot."

As Doc told his sorry tale, the gray dog wandered over and begged for a treat. Doc dropped a stale chocolate donut and said "Chew slowly boy, that's the last one. No way to re-order now!"

After taking care of the donut, the doggie began sniffing at the stranger's saddlebags, which had slipped to the floor as Zelda continued her moves on the stranger. Suddenly loud barking filled the saloon, as the doggie frantically scratched and dug at the saddlebags.

"Whatcha got in there Alex," asked the barkeep as he bent over and lifted them onto the bar. Alex lunged to grab the bags, but was held in the surprisingly strong arms of his French chanteuse!
"That's mine," he shouted, "You can't open them!"
"Well now," mused Doc, "you gotta pay for them drinks. Let's see what sort of cash you're carrying."

Everyone in the saloon gasped as Doc opened the saddlebag and spilled the missing iPad onto the bar! And then all eyes turned to the ashen-faced Alex. Even the doggie's!

To Be Continued (if necessary)

[GeoffC]

[Davimee]

Originally Posted by poohbear_nc

To Be Continued (if necessary)

Ooooohhh! Please continue, even if not necessary!!!

[GeoffC]

Please continue - it is necessary ....

[poohbear_nc]

SON OF HIGH NOON

The silence in the saloon thickened until you could have sliced it with a dull Bowie knife. The gibbon playing the piano stopped playing and twirled lazily on his stool, absently cracking his hairy knuckles. Zelda kept her grip on the trembling Alex, who couldn't keep his eyes off the iPad. Neither could anyone else in the bar! Zelda opened her crimson-painted lips to scream when .....

The swing doors to the saloon swung slowly open, and a man with a bright gold star on his shirt walked in, followed by a short dude wearing a tattered tuxedo coat and carrying an umbrella. "I'm the sheriff in this town, stranger," he growled. "Folks call me HarryT. HarryTheSheriff that is." This is my deputy, pilotbob. Don't let his get-up fool you. He's meaner than a rattlesnake in heat and a durn deadly shot with that umbrella-shooter he carries."
"Now, what's going on here? What's this I hear about the town's missing iPad? And who is this good-for-nothing low down lurking loner that Miss Zelda's got in her claws?"

Doc jumped in hastily to explain. But before he could even get the first word out, a high-pitched squeal erupted from the stairs!
"ALEX my darling! You're back! You did come back for me like you promised! I knew you'd return! I'm the only one that trusted you! I knew you could never forget your dreams-girl!"
All this caterwauling was coming from a small but well-built blonde leaning over the stair railing, her low-cut bodice exhibiting her assets for free to the leering crowd below.
"Oh great," muttered Doc "Here comes the town blonde bimbo right on cue."

To Be Continued (by popular request)

[GeoffC]

more more more more !!!!!!

[vivaldirules]

and even more!!!

[GeoffC]

and yet even more .....