Novel Allen
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You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.
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Kerfuffled by the full stop and quotation marks?
If walls could talk and peruse the many messages written upon our bodies, we would greatly appreciate the explanation on the lessons to be learned on how Quotation marks, Periods and Full stops figure into things. You see I am a bit confused and mystified by the concept. Some humans place them on the inside, while others argue that they should be on the outside.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Lament of the neglected walls!
If walls could talk and be absolutely pissed, I would throw your piss back at you, I would yell loudly for everyone to hear, at the top of my voice, to tell you to stop pissing on me. It has not rained in many days, and I stink to high heaven and back.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Give us walls a break!
If walls could talk and attend your universities, sit at a desk in your revered classes and learn your human ways of education. I would tell you to get out, run. Run far and backpack through the valleys and hills of life. Don't waste your years sitting around. Go breathe fresh air, soak in the God (whatever you conceive it to be) given sunshine and walk between the raindrops teeming and abounding; being; everywhere in your earthly sphere.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
Mary Shelley and Frankenstein
If walls could talk and sit awhile with this young girl of long ago, as her mind conjured up the monster which we have come to know as Frankenstein. How could someone so young, born in a time when women's rights were almost non-existent, and her life plagued with one misfortune after another, dream up such a story as Frankenstein?
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
Blood drenched walls
If walls could talk...they would speak of acts of murder most foul, and the evil, wicked hearts beating in voluptuous heaving bosoms of fair beguiling maidens. OHHHHH! Naughty, naughty guys and gals. Let me just say that once, I was coated in paint the color of innocence. But now I feel kind of tarnished, creeped out and kinda dirty. My surfaces have been subjected to such tainted acts of debauchery, I have lost my chaste and immaculate splendor. Now all around me there is nothing but red! It is splashed on the ceiling, on me, the walls of this mansion drip with red death, and I choke with the scent of murder and deception.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
February's Walls
If walls could talk!!! What an atrocious statement. We have been trying to communicate with human beings, people, for many Millenniums. As the thousands after thousands of years have come and gone, we keep beckoning. Oh, but do you even try to listen. Of course not, you see; every day sees the same pages of history written. Written with different words, using different actions, but ultimately, they all have the same results. You all claim to be evolving, changing, maturing, modernizing. Trains, planes, cars instead of carriages, radios, satellites, computers and such technological development that would have made Einstein and such men blush. HAH!
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
