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The Stroke of Midnight 7

a Halloween drabble

By Mark GrahamPublished 17 days ago • 1 min read
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There I was stuck somehow to the floor with masks Ying and Yang slowly approaching. I remembered reading something for my research and I wondered. Masks freeze where you are and let me know what you want. So, mote it be. I know a book of spells who knows, but it worked. The masks stopped and froze and then I stepped forward. I asked Ying 'Well.' The mask stared. I asked Yang 'Well'. It just stared. I walked around the room studied and it for maybe some answers for why this room and not the other room they were at.

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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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    Written by Mark Graham