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Betsy the Adventurous Cow: A Tale of Friendship and Bravery in the Village
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside, there lived a cow named Betsy. She was a friendly, curious, and adventurous cow who loved nothing more than exploring the fields, meeting new animals, and discovering new things.
By Parthosh Raj R4 years ago in Fiction
The Girl Next Door: Lily's Friendship with Batman
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Lily who lived in a house next door to Batman. She had always been a huge fan of the caped crusader, with posters of him covering the walls of her bedroom. One day, she decided to build her own bat signal and shine it into the night sky, hoping that Batman would notice it and come visit her.
By Parthosh Raj R4 years ago in Fiction
A Wall in a House. Runner-Up in If Walls Could Talk.
If walls could talk, this one would ask you for a goddamn cigarette right about now. I’m joking, of course. Even if you could supply me with one, I’ve got no arms to light it with, no mouth to suck in the smoke with, and no lungs to be blackened by it, because in case I wasn’t clear- I’m a goddamn wall!
By Noah Husband4 years ago in Fiction
The reunion
"If walls could talk, what in the world would they say?" Andrea sighed, gazing at the scorching flames growing in the wood-burning stove, and could not help but wonder what the walls would say after witnessing that unusual reunion. She wasn't particularly fond of get-togethers, and the scent of gift wrapping paper almost always made her feel nauseous and frail. Anastasia, looking like a snowball, lay in the cat tree curled up into a crescent with its head tucked in toward its chest and its lavish and furry tail swooping around its little body, looking cozy as can be. "Maybe they'd laugh at our giant act!" she exclaimed cynically but then slowly dozed off on the mahogany desk until she fell into a deep, dark sleep. After what felt like a lifetime, Andrea finally wakes up and starts scanning the room. She can't quite pinpoint what feels different about it this time, but something is off. The room looks darker and shadowy, and the scent of wrapping paper is more nuanced than usual. She puts her glasses back on and notices Anastasia is gone.
By Jetona Andoni4 years ago in Fiction
Of God and Humans, 2
God woke up, sat on the edge of his bed for a second, pushed his feet into soft fluffy sleepers and dragged them into the adjacent room, wrapping himself into a plush bathrobe on the way. He so wished he could just sleep a little more, but this was a part of his daily routine, and he knew what skipping it could mean for his charges: A disaster. As it happened many times before.
By Lana V Lynx4 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
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, I was born in 1993 in a dark hallway that was filled with arguments and anger. During this time, I had my stomach ripped out twice by the husband during a fit of rage. They had me filled back up with spackle, but I haven’t felt whole since. It wasn’t a big home during this time it felt even smaller.
By Chris Romano4 years ago in Fiction
If coffeeshop walls could talk...
If walls could talk, I would say, “stop painting me with your snot, little boy!” Then tell your dog to “stop peeing on me; I’m not a hydrant.” Next, I’ll watch an employee spray bleach and Windex on me to clean me up. The employee’s coffee-stained rag smeared the bleach and Windex around and got some brown stains. That better be coffee he’s spreading around on me. I’ll smell like a wet dog for a while. Thanks, kid.
By Ivory Maxwell4 years ago in Fiction
