Novel Allen
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Every new day is a blank slate. Write something new.
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Living free
Live deliberate God, glory, find in nature Footsteps Heavenbound
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
Kerfuffled by the full stop and quotation marks?
If walls could talk and peruse the many messages written upon our bodies, we would greatly appreciate the explanation on the lessons to be learned on how Quotation marks, Periods and Full stops figure into things. You see I am a bit confused and mystified by the concept. Some humans place them on the inside, while others argue that they should be on the outside.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
Lament of the neglected walls!
If walls could talk and be absolutely pissed, I would throw your piss back at you, I would yell loudly for everyone to hear, at the top of my voice, to tell you to stop pissing on me. It has not rained in many days, and I stink to high heaven and back.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
Give us walls a break!
If walls could talk and attend your universities, sit at a desk in your revered classes and learn your human ways of education. I would tell you to get out, run. Run far and backpack through the valleys and hills of life. Don't waste your years sitting around. Go breathe fresh air, soak in the God (whatever you conceive it to be) given sunshine and walk between the raindrops teeming and abounding; being; everywhere in your earthly sphere.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Poets
Mary Shelley and Frankenstein
If walls could talk and sit awhile with this young girl of long ago, as her mind conjured up the monster which we have come to know as Frankenstein. How could someone so young, born in a time when women's rights were almost non-existent, and her life plagued with one misfortune after another, dream up such a story as Frankenstein?
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction
Blood drenched walls
If walls could talk...they would speak of acts of murder most foul, and the evil, wicked hearts beating in voluptuous heaving bosoms of fair beguiling maidens. OHHHHH! Naughty, naughty guys and gals. Let me just say that once, I was coated in paint the color of innocence. But now I feel kind of tarnished, creeped out and kinda dirty. My surfaces have been subjected to such tainted acts of debauchery, I have lost my chaste and immaculate splendor. Now all around me there is nothing but red! It is splashed on the ceiling, on me, the walls of this mansion drip with red death, and I choke with the scent of murder and deception.
By Novel Allenabout a year ago in Fiction