Fantasy
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, the secrets they would reveal would be enough to fill volumes of books. They would tell stories of love and loss, triumph and tragedy, of the lives that have passed through their doors and the events that have unfolded within their confines. The walls of the old, rundown mansion on the outskirts of town were no different. They had seen everything from the extravagant parties of the wealthy elite to the quiet, solitary lives of the reclusive owners. And they had kept all their secrets close, until one day, they could no longer keep silent.
By Hafsa Hameed4 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of a Wall
If walls could talk, what stories would they tell? That was a question that had been on my mind for as long as I could remember. I was an old brick wall, standing tall and proud in the heart of a bustling city. I had seen the rise and fall of empires, the birth and death of heroes, and the ebb and flow of humanity's hopes and dreams.
By Angelina w. (Poet)4 years ago in Fiction
The Walls of Pompeii
If walls could talk, they would tell us stories beyond what we could imagine. Some walls stood the test of time, remaining standing after hundreds of years. The sights they’ve seen and the wonders they’ve experienced would be beyond human understanding.
By Emilie Turner4 years ago in Fiction
That Time I got Reincarnated as a Wall
Oh, what a world it would be if walls could talk. The stories they could tell from such a limited perspective. The wonders and miracles they must have witnessed from construction to destruction. Only a world of magic, myths and legends could possess such a thrilling concept as that. Sadly, worlds like that only exist in movies and TV shows. That’s what I used to think, at least. Hi, my name is Brick And Mortar and these are my memoirs. I am the last standing wall of Castle Draníam. Yes, that castle. The home to most of the legends of Trebor.
By Robbie Nagle4 years ago in Fiction
House
“If walls could talk,” Jessica whispered into the cavernous room. Her eyes glanced over ghostlike furniture lost in thought. The room itself was centuries old. Built in the late 1500’s by a Lord long forgotten. The room was scattered with furniture mixing regency and medieval collections in swaths of printed fabrics and gilded chairs. Most were currently covered by large white sheets, but where several of the cloths slipped, dust motes danced on faded silks in the early morning sunlight.
By Rachael MacDonald4 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Vampires
Vampires have been a subject of fascination for humans for centuries, and they continue to captivate people's imaginations to this day. The allure of vampires can be attributed to a combination of factors, including fear, mystery, and curiosity.
By Aaron Volf4 years ago in Fiction
Byron the Baby Blue Bison Goes Missing
The Heroes of This Galaxy were facing their toughest challenge yet. Lady Shadow Del Mar the breakdancing vegan dog was in the middle of a performance with Raiden the rowdy red ram when a brilliant blind bat flew into Raiden who then bounced into Lady Shadow. They all fell off the stage, knocking down the main support which in turn crushed the sound equipment, which then sparked an explosion that made all of the lights go out. It took a few minutes, but eventually the emergency generator kicked on and there were lights again. Only there was a huge problem. Byron the baby blue bison was missing and they suspected that this incident was set up by the poachers that had been spotted in the area, the real reason they were in this part of the galaxy. They were on a mission to catch those pesky poachers, and now those poachers had taken Byron. Baby blue bison skin was worth a lot in this galaxy and many others, and bison were facing extinction due to the illegal trade. One of their own was in danger now; The Heroes of This Galaxy had to act fast.
By Priestess Ganesa4 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Witness: If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, I would have quite the story to tell. I am the western wall of a magnificent castle that stands tall in the heart of a medieval kingdom. My rugged stones have stood the test of time and I have seen the rise and fall of kings and queens, the comings and goings of armies and the triumphs and tragedies of countless generations.
By Gurulathan S4 years ago in Fiction







