Historical
Immigrant's Dream
The wooden wagon jostled as the wheels fell into and out of the ruts in the winding country road. Elek knew there was a field ahead where his horse Rosie could rest and graze for the night. His rounds to his normal towns were almost completed and he, too, was ready to rest.
By Linda Beaulieu4 years ago in Fiction
THE FACE OF EVIL
If walls could talk, the incredible stories we could tell. Let’s face it, ever since mankind has been building structures, my fellow walls and I have witnessed the unfolding of history around the world. We get torn down, burned, bombed and allowed to rot. We are often rebuilt and witness even more events.
By mark william smith4 years ago in Fiction
The History
If walls could talk, we would have secrets to share. It must be understood that it took me quite a while to understand the world of people as compared to my own. One thing I do know is that I entered the world empty as a vessel, but I did indeed learn. I look back on so much of what I’ve seen not fully realizing what it was until now. It took me so much time to understand and see. The most important aspects to be understood became that I am home. I am a haven. In addition, it was my job to shelter. Therefore, we keep secrets because we are all keepers of our own domain. We have secrets and we hold them because it is our sacred bond with inhabitants that we shield them from the world. They are just as much a part of our lives as we are theirs.
By Markie Smith4 years ago in Fiction
How to Build a Firm Foundation
If walls could talk…we would probably all lose our minds. No, not you. Not at all, I think. You seem to be quite sane, although I wonder why you exert yourself this way. All that walking with the others on this strip of earth that must be hundreds of meters long. It makes sense that you would need a break, and then stretch and walk over to somewhere a little more secluded. At least you did not run away because you thought you were hallucinating. You are absolutely all right. I can talk. And I have a story to tell.
By Kendall Defoe 4 years ago in Fiction
The Experiment
To Whom It May Concern, I’ve never spent much time thinking about time travel. It’s a theoretical concept; I can’t go back and change events, and if I could, what would I change? There are significant moments in my life, horrible moments, that I wish I never had to live through, but I don’t think they are changeable. Even if they were, I’d be so frightened that I would alter something in my own life and timeline that would take away my now and, most importantly, my family. I could never lose them; nothing is worth the risk.
By A Lady with a Pen4 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, my voice would be distinctive. So, to speak, I was born in the early 1900s. I was the answer to a wealthy family's desire to enclose their land in the south of France. Every brick and stone that went into my construction was laid with love and attention. I was initially just a plain wall, but as time passed, I was altered to fit the family and the era.
By Alan Otter4 years ago in Fiction
Alter History
In the year 2050, time travel had become a reality. The world was changing faster than anyone could have ever imagined. Scientists had discovered a way to harness the power of wormholes to travel back in time. A group of scientists formed an organization that monitored the timeline and ensured that no one disturbed the natural course of history.But there was one time traveler who was willing to take the risk. His name was David, and he had a plan to alter the course of history. David had lost his wife and children in a catastrophic event that he believed could have been prevented. He wanted to travel back to the year 1912 to prevent the sinking of the Titanic.
By Brandon Franklin4 years ago in Fiction
These Walls Talk, but will you Listen
“If these walls could talk” is usually a phrase associated with tawdry thoughts, normally associated with hotel rooms (fancy and by the hour alyke) or places with great historical significance. The Berlin Wall, what remains of it anyway, for example, has a ton to say, and by the way, won’t shut up about it. Surprisingly, walls in psychiatrists’ offices have probably the least interesting things to talk about. For every person who believes he was a horse or some shit in their past life, there are thousands upon thousands of self-indulging twats complaining about not being hugged enough or seen, whatever that means.
By Alvin Ray Williams Jr4 years ago in Fiction







