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.
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Mark Graham
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 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
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth2 days ago in Fiction
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Oooo I knew it!! Reading more!💗
Intriguing little drabble.....