Humor
Let Us Tell You About Our People
If walls could talk, they say. We do. Made out of grass, sticks and cow dung, we are. We fear nothing but the rain, yes, the rain. When it falls dimly she's our friend, but when it pours angrily with those thick drops of life, sometimes we break and sometimes we die.
By Paula Romeu 4 years ago in Fiction
The Voice off the Wall
"If walls could talk..." The youngest one said quietly, touching the weathered stones of the old wall. There was no reaction from the others, as if they’d never heard him. He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed on it, studying the stonework.
By Peter Maznicki4 years ago in Fiction
Edward the prince | love at love at first sight a witch's daughter,
Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a kind and noble prince named Edward. One day, as he was riding through a small village, he caught sight of a beautiful girl with long, dark hair and sparkling eyes. He was immediately smitten, but he soon found out that she was the daughter of a powerful witch who lived in the woods outside of the village.
By Emmanuel Andrew4 years ago in Fiction
The Talking Twin Towers
My name is KLCC Twin Towers, and I have been standing tall in the heart of Kuala Lumpur for over two decades. I have seen the ebb and flow of the city's life, and the events that have unfolded in front of me. But it is the secrets I have kept, the whispered conversations and clandestine deals that have truly made me unique.
By Mary Robbinson4 years ago in Fiction
Tales of a Scorched Coffee Pot
For some reason you simply cannot disabuse most upper managers of the notion that they know the finer points of your job better than you do, despite their having never done it before. This even with the obvious, glaring fact that they plainly don’t understand what you’re talking about most of the time, when you begin speaking about those finer points of your job. A notion also underscored when drilling down into the reason that gossips and other assorted complainers hold such sway over these types — it’s because the bosses have no idea what’s going on. They cling to this informational pipeline as one would a life raft. It’s enough to make most rational people say, or at least wish to say, do you believe that I do my job very well? Okay, then, leave me alone and let me do it as I see fit. Otherwise, let’s cut to the chase and get this over with. Just go ahead and replace me.
By Jason McGathey4 years ago in Fiction
Blabbermouth
- WARNING: This story contains adult language - "If walls could talk..." I love that phrase. I love it because it's truer than any person that speaks it could even begin to imagine. I love it because, in an ego-stroking fashion, it reveals our value beyond that of holding up a ceiling, of keeping weather out. We don’t just protect you from rain and heat and theft, we provide privacy. We protect the secrets of horrible and well-meaning people alike without prejudice...without consent really.
By Paul Martyn4 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveler
John had always been fascinated by history, but not in the traditional sense. He didn't care about dates and names, but rather the idea of what could have been. What if the great fire of London had been put out before it spread? What if JFK had never been assassinated? These thoughts kept him up at night, and eventually, he became obsessed with the idea of altering history.
By Shatrughan Bauri4 years ago in Fiction
Time Capsule Haiku
A Haiku About Time: The Beauty of Timeless Words Time is an elusive concept that has fascinated poets and writers for centuries. The haiku, a Japanese form of poetry, is a perfect example of how time can be captured in words. It is a minimalist poem that can convey complex emotions in just a few words. In this article, we will explore the beauty of haiku poetry and how it captures the essence of time. We will also discuss the best ways to write a haiku about time and the techniques used to make it a timeless piece of art.
By Shatrughan Bauri4 years ago in Fiction
