Historical
Ford
If walls could talk, you'd never know my name. Looking back, I'd prefer it that way. They say history is limited by its storyteller. And that may be true. My worldview only extends to the far side of 10th street. Here I was born, built, burnt, and ruined into the Ford you know me as today. By the curated fate of man, I am forced to exist indefinitely.
By Lindsey Lamar4 years ago in Fiction
The Poker Room Wall
If walls could talk, I'd have many tales to tell. I am the wall of the Poker Room, a place where secrets are kept and fortunes are won and lost. I've been around for over a hundred years, and I've seen it all. From the glamour of the Roaring Twenties to the depression of the Great War, I've stood witness to countless games of skill and luck. I've seen men and women of all walks of life come through these doors, each with a different story to tell.
By Finola bozlar4 years ago in Fiction
The Talkative Wall: Tales from a Silent Witness
If walls could talk, I'd have quite the story to tell. I am the wall of an old church, built in the early 1600s. Over the centuries, I have been the silent witness to countless sermons, prayers, marriages, and even wars.
By Terry Wairimu4 years ago in Fiction
Peregrina
If walls could talk: I remember it as if it was yesterday. Because it was, by my reckoning. You organics, you have no idea of the true concept of Time. I was old when you were tiny things growing on the surface of us. You were scattered grains when the dinosaurs ruled. You hadn't even evolved when your kind started banging my kind together, to eliminate more of your kind.
By Meredith Harmon4 years ago in Fiction
The Tears of the Black Angel
In the heart of the city of Northumberland, there stood an ancient and forsaken edifice known as the Temple of Nefariousness. This structure was an object of mystery and superstition, for it was rumored that the tears of the Black Angel, who was once enshrined there, could grant immense power to the one who possessed them. The temple had long been abandoned, and the city's inhabitants avoided it as if it were a pestilential lair.
By Dominic Elrond4 years ago in Fiction
An Old Farmhouse
If walls could talk, the walls of a hundred-year-old farmhouse would tell history.. Built in 1923, solid wood, and the finest material money could buy. A farmhouse structured to settle on many acres surrounding to harvest and farm, a farmhouse foundation to riches of life.
By Della Lonaker4 years ago in Fiction
