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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A Thanksgiving Story
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't believe that it was Thanksgiving week once again. Where has the year gone? I guess it's true as one gets older the years do go faster just as our parents said they would when they told you "Just wait till you're my age. You'll find out." Now planning the menu and seeing how many will actually be around for it seems they come and do all the requisite things that are supposed to be said and enjoy the food and company of family all together. Happy Thanksgiving and remember what is important.
By Mark Graham2 months ago in Fiction
Study Hall
Study hall was a period in our school days that was meant for studying, but who really studied. Yes, you may have crammed for a test or completed an assignment. But actually, if you really think of what was really accomplished during these periods. Nothing really, but a lot of us maybe took short naps, read a book that we wanted to read and some even worked on various projects not related to school while a teacher proctored this time to make sure, we were present physically if not mentally. Shh, this is study hall now study. Yeah, right really.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
School Days
School days always start at the lockers where we store our books, coats and lunches unless we buy the hot lunch. We gather around and catch up with our friends maybe ask for help with a homework question and checking when something is due or maybe even copying something to be honest. Gossiping about who, what, when, where and why something or someone happened whether fact or fiction. The lockers depending on where yours was located was also a place for a little privacy maybe for a couple or just for yourself to take a breath before the day starts.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
A Winter's Day
I remember walking in a winter wonderland growing up in a place much like the picture above. Looking for various kinds of trails from birds to rabbits and even following footsteps just to see where they lead. The bird and rabbit trails seemed to travel in circles till I would become dizzy for that is when I would spot footsteps that I knew were not my own for mine were small at that time. I would follow them to see where they would lead. Usually, they just ended up disappearing never knowing who owned them and where they were going.
By Mark Graham3 months ago in Fiction
