John Krule was a very simple farmer. He lived the same routine day-in and day-out, tending the fields, feeding his livestock, and so forth. He lived alone, in the wide plains of Everdeve. He was a very poor man, and his house was pitifully small. John Krule didn't mind. John Krule just lived day to day, not caring about anything except for his livestock. The local village left him alone. No one every saw him, except for Saturday afternoon, where he would sit on the bench in front of the pond, located in the center of this small village. All he did was stare, for exactly one hour. Then he would return home to his shack of a house, and repeat his routine.
I would watch John Krule daily, to see if anything changed at all. My name Tom Devington. I live within the village of Trangulia, the one aforementioned above. I never noticed him at first, being the farmer he was, until one day I just knew. To this day I don't understand why. I just felt it, deep within myself, that urge to check his every movement. At first he seemed normal enough. I couldn't, and still don't, understand my sudden interest in him. What could it possibly be?
I posted this on another thread. Both of you have the same situation for it:
This seems like a promising story. Mind if I add this to the Story List so your story can at least get views? I've been writing stories and I assure you views and replies are like the nectar that keeps us going. So yeah, continue your story.
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