Mark Graham
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I am a person who really likes to read and write and to share what I learned with all my education. My page will mainly be book reviews and critiques of old and new books that I have read and will read. There will also be other bits, too.
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The Plants part 3
The man felt like something was tugging at him and he looked all around then he looked down and there was this vine twining itself around his leg. He tried to cut it loose and the tighter it got. Then the pines got into the act and their branches held the man still as the vines continued to envelope him. He screamed but he knew nobody would hear him here. His one arm was still free for the time being and he saw the hatchet within his grasp, and he started chopping and chopping and chopping seeing the splinters fly.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Plants
At the edge of town there was an old greenhouse that was still in business but only at Holiday time. The rest of the year it just seemed to sit, but one can notice at times that the plants that one can see just seem to be too alive, could that be possible. There was a man who used to work there, and he went to check it out, but when he did, he was shocked to see that the plants seemed to have taken over the greenhouse, but how when no one seemed to even bother to care for.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Plants part 2
As the man was looking around the greenhouse, he began to notice that the tools were being used by someone, but who. He would never suspect anyone from town for they all knew that the owners do not come and prepare for the holiday season at least for another few weeks. The man sniffed, but what was that it was flowery and spicy at the same time. It was almost like a perfume or cologne. He walked around and as he got closer to the pine trees the scent got stronger. He continued to investigate and then he felt something.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lesson, too
That night after the teacher left the little child at the blackboard blinked his eyes and looked around and seen nobody around. "Finally, I can move. For a while there I thought I was figured out." The child moved about slowly for now he had to figure out why he was there in his old classroom. Could it be to be taught a lesson or to teach a lesson. He wrote something on the chalkboard for the children the next day. It went like this-- Listen to the teacher or you will end up here like me in school forever.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lesson 3
The children all came to class early for some reason, but the teacher was not there yet, but the child was once again where he was yesterday, but with one change he was pointing to what he wrote on the blackboard, and they all read it together. They agreed and he slowly began to fade. Their teacher had many scrapbooks there and they found a picture of the boy. This child was a student of their teacher years ago but had to stay afterschool one day for not listening to the teacher. "Hey guys, I think we should start listening."
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lesson
There was a child who stood at a chalkboard was he real of something else. No one knew for sure, but he never changes as if he were frozen in that place. The other children would go up to him and try to touch him to see if he is real and when they do touch him, they all seem to feel slightly different. They all went to the teacher and asked about the boy. The teacher said, "What boy?" "The one standing at the blackboard." The teacher said, "There is no boy there." "Go back to your seats, now."
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
My Calling
In reading Rick Warren's, The Purpose Driven Life book there was a passage that struck me. It is about what we are to do for God, and I believe that my writing is my way of doing service to and for the Lord. For at times, I feel like I am teaching and helping others in a way even in fun ways at times. Could writing be my purpose for living here on earth even though I was a nurse and teacher still helping in a physical way. I feel like I am serving God as a writer very truly.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
The Teacher
There was a teacher in a particular classroom 113. The teacher was nice enough, but no student knew for sure. This teacher always had a smile on their face. Could we really trust this one the students said to each other. In the hallways they all kind of walk around this teacher and the classroom they were at times afraid to move even to adjust themselves at their desks. One day the smiling teacher turned towards the class and the teachers' true self came through loud and clear and hissing all the way not one student could move away now.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
A Fall Day
There is nothing better than being able to take a walk in the park on a cool, brisk day during autumn, but be on the lookout for you never know what or who is about. Looking around there is a shadow, and it is getting longer as the sun is setting. The person walked faster but seemed not to be making too much progress for the sidewalk seems to be sucking the person down. The person seems to be yelling for help, but no sound is heard by the others around. He stretches one more time for a branch: No!
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
A Rainbow Story
When I see any rainbow, I am getting a visit from my mom and dad and brother. They have come for a visit even though it will probably be a short one just as long as the rainbow is bright, I close my eyes and just look for there they are smiling and waving. I say "Hi, love you, miss you." Sometimes I feel like at times I wish I could go be with them, but it is not my time and ask in a way 'When are you guys coming to pick me up.' Waiting for an answer. When?
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Over the Rainbows
What do you suppose could be at the ends of double rainbows? To me there could be anything, but I do not believe in a physical 'pot of gold', but my gold would be gaining more faith in what I believe. The pot of gold to me also means that seeing things work out personally and professionally. Some people make their wish on the pot of gold probably for more money or some physical aspect in and for their lives. For me a double rainbow means security in my faith and beliefs of who and what I am in Jesus.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
A Thanksgiving Turkey
Getting ahead of myself, but did you ever wonder if the turkey in the month of October could be thinking of an escape plan. This Tom Turkey seems to be thinking in this way. "How to I get out of here? I know what is going to happen in another few weeks and I want to live." He sees the farmer coming and starts to strut around the coop and Tom eyes the farmer and thinks should I make a break for it when he opens the gate for, I know I only have a few minutes before he leaves.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
