Art
The Snowy Road
There was a snowy road that is not traveled very much for the bend in the road leads to a steep downhill grade. When one travels this road, one begins to think why is it here it really does not lead anywhere. It was here for a purpose in the past we all think that it was one route for a stagecoach route for it did lead to an old town that is not there anymore except for one falling down shack that no one knows what it was used for then. So, travel safe along this road of history.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
The House
There was an old house sitting out in the country. It hasn't been lived in for quite some time. Some say it was owned by a woman that just couldn't let go of it. Over the years the doors fell off and the windows broke and they fell out. The yard became overgrown and turned brown along with the tree that stood out front even withered and died. The women owner still did not want to give up the house of where she grew up. If you look through the open windows and doors, you will see a family picture.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
The Gray Door
Walking down the road where there is a cottage with a gray door, I always seem to notice flowers of some kind. One thing this cottage is empty on all accounts: when you look in the windows no furniture, nothing in the yard and no people. You begin to wonder who places all the flowers by the door. It does make the little cottage homey in appearance. If one listens really carefully the cottage says "Come live in me, I will make you feel comfortable for you and your family, but don't forget place some flowers by the door, okay.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Flying
While sitting in an old gazebo in the woods on a cold yet warm day I saw a bird and a few friends fly by into the sun. Then when I looked down at the path there were bird tracks in snow and I got up and followed them. I looked around but no other birds for the tracks just ended. On this snowy, cold, but warm day thanks to the sun I continued down the path and it circled around to the old, gray gazebo in the woods. You can sit for hours watching the bird flying by it.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
Moving
On a gray and cold day one winter I remember moving along slowing at best through the snowy woods. I saw squirrels running amuck up and down trees and birds flying all around. As I continued trudging through the snowy woods, I could feel the freezing winds right through my coat. I kept moving along, and then I saw some tracks that I decided to follow. Just a little way I saw a deer pawing at the snow. What sights you will see and hear while moving through the woods on a snowy yet very cold and windy winters day.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Critique
The Roommate.
In the first half hour of "The Roommate" at the Booth Theatre a lot happens; and yet, nothing really happens. Like "Frankie and Johnny", the two stale-worth actresses take the stage at the beginning to be recognized by the audience, then take their places for the beginning of the show.
By Robert M Massimi. ( Broadway Bob).2 years ago in Critique
