Sci Fi
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
TRANSVERSION
All of this has come before. And since. Ten years, two months, twelve days since Emily’s disappearance; last seen on a security vid entering her building. Emily appears as she always has in my memory, a soul finally at peace with herself. Career, a respectable boyfriend (finally!), a home to call her own. She reaches her apartment entrance, keys in the code.
By Mark Rhodes4 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
What is a wall but enslaved stones!
If walls could talk, they would sing for you this lovely song, sung by the VAMPYR, while sitting atop my form:"Twelve dreams for the Red Queen under crown of stone. Eight voracious beasts born from eight restless nights. Four nails piercing the flesh of the sinner. One prayer for the summoned called by this song. 'Tis perhaps the countdown to oblivion, for the once proud city of London. 'Tis perchance her inhabitants last dance, alone to face death and pestilence. Confronted by the eerie and unknown, mortals became desperate for answers. A flock's flight makes for an omen, the falling of a star a dire presage. Turning to priests for interpretation when there was no reason to be found. When religion failed, men turned to science. I saw them build such vain cities, crafting machines made for endless war. New questions flourished as old answers withered. What is darkness but lurking sun? What is a wall but enslaved stone? What is glass but tortured sand? What is song but a call to arms? What is hate but jilted love? What is life but Death pending!Since the apple was plucked from the sacred tree, mortality was believed to be God's punishment. A righteous snare to keep mankind from ascending to the stars. They were all so wrong. Death is not a wicked thing, nor some holy retribution. A true punishment would be to never know it's sweet kiss. Awaken from the harshness and be born once more". (From Vampyr Video Game 2018).
By Novel Allen4 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, what would we say? I'll tell you what we would say and more importantly what we would say about what we saw. My experience has been mostly positive. Positive that you humans are insane. Give me a moment to explain, please. Have some patience, like the doctors that move in and out of my view calling upon my expertise day and night.
By Shawn Lowry4 years ago in Fiction
PLACE OF MANY DREAMS
If walls could talk, they could also teach. Our ancient wall of stone, built many centuries ago, offers shelter for nomads dwelling nearby. Throughout the ages our wall protected them from the cold, north winds and the snows of winter. We watched over them, as their guardians.
By Jon H. Davis4 years ago in Fiction
PLACE OF MANY DREAMS
If walls could talk, they could also teach. Our ancient wall has seen history in the making, all throughout the ages since the time of our creation, ten thousand years ago. I am called the Wall Of Dreams, serving as a teacher and a guardian. I am made of many stones together, special in their nature. We, the wall are steeped, in knowledge and wisdom, engaging in conversation among ourselves, and with humans telepathically. If you read Part One, “Ancient Future,” then you’ll know our true nature.
By Jon H. Davis4 years ago in Fiction
Forever and Eva
If walls could talk, and I can, you would probably beg me to shut up already. I would tell you about the marvelous Eva. The last time I saw Eva Theophilus, she hugged me and whispered, “Keep my secrets safe. Conceal and reveal. Reveal and conceal. We can’t let them know.” Even though Eva had done unspeakable things to walls by filling every spare inch with random writing and photographs, we still loved her. She recognized that we were sentient, and we were her dearest friends. We admired her too. At one time, she had been quite brilliant. Her madness had allowed her dare to do the impossible, and her brilliance accomplished it.
By Kathryn Labosh4 years ago in Fiction
New life
In the year 3042, humanity had long since abandoned the surface of the Earth. Pollution, climate change, and resource depletion had made the planet uninhabitable. But thanks to the foresight of a few brilliant minds, humanity had found a new home: the depths of the ocean.
By Timuçin Şen4 years ago in Fiction
