He continued to chop his way, and it was a fight for when he got loose from the pines the little plants and seedlings decided to get into the act and the man for some reason could not hurt the young plants and he saw the rope that was used to tug huge supplies around. He climbed the rope and began swinging back and forth to gain enough to swing to the door and out. One more big swing and jumped through the door and began running down the old road. Now he told everyone what was happening. Nobody believed.
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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 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
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly4 days ago in Fiction
A Quandary in Quarantine
Chapter Two Most Monday mornings, I usually followed more or less the same routine. I would arrive at the library around 7:45 or 8:00 am, do a quick sweep of the reference department - which also housed our Adult non-fiction collection - for any obviously out-of-place materials, grab a book truck on my way past circulation, empty the book drop - which is usually full to overflowing after the library is closed all day on Sundays. Next, I take that cart back to circulation so the desk staff can work on getting those items checked in, then I head back to my desk in the reference area.
By Erin Lorandos4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
well written, so nice
Main character turns into Tarzan in this little drabble....ha ha.
I believe! Great story!