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.
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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 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
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Sweet little drabble has turned to horror riddled drabble......