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The walls can talk...
If walls can talk... why not? It is possible. We do not understand the language they speak. I used to live in a small village and worked as a plasterer for a living. I painted many walls bright white. All I could do, and why so many others did, was sweep everything clean. The reason for this thinking is that one wall spoke to me - yes, it spoke - and made the mother living in that house let me hear its speech. Even thinking about it today gives me Goosebumps.
By Shafi mohamed Syed abdagir4 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, quiet moments meant only for you would be witnessed by another. A little girl, playing with her dolls. Acting out the confusing moments that she assumes is just adult behavior. Her voice elevates to just above a whisper to make sure she is still only in her world and not noticed upon the ears of her mother. All the nights with eyes wide open, pretending to be asleep but unable to contain the excitement awaiting her when morning comes. If walls could talk — I could say a lot.
By Mary Lynne4 years ago in Fiction
The Abandoned Cabin
“If walls could talk” is funny to me because I am, you see, a wall. Obviously, I can’t talk (none of my fellow walls can talk) since I don’t have a mouth. I can, however, share my energy, which tells not only my story, but the story of everyone who was ever contained within me and my three closest friends that make up this room.
By Shelly Slade4 years ago in Fiction
Sara And Her Talking Clock
As the golden orb began its gradual descent behind the suburban milieu of Oakville, Sarah found herself toiling at her desk well past nightfall. With an impending deadline looming over her, every passing moment was of the essence. Abruptly, her focus was diverted to a ceaseless ticking emanating from her desk drawer.
By Shrrevishnu A R4 years ago in Fiction
