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.
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Mark Graham
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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
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
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Caves have an odd smell: mineral, fungal, traces of the feces of bats and the slow rot of silent, blind fish in dark, subterranean pools. I have heard the young men of the village mock each other by sniffing an exhalation and declaring: "Cave breath!" as though it were a mortal insult, some potent hex. I know what they mean, now. Imagine that the petrichor, the rich and pungent cologne that rain dapples soil with, became concentrated, corrupted, and was breathed into the mouth of someone who will never, fully exhale.
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Life is harder when you’re on your own. Human beings are social creatures, and we usually feel better when we have support from a strong social network around us. For most people, it’s our families that hold us together like glue.
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Comments (2)
It is Halloween soon! A great start. I will definitely read more!😉❤️😊💕
Is Professor Promona Sprout lingering somewhere around here? Haha