Adventure
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. Davis3 years ago in Fiction
The Lone Wanderer Chronicles: The Beginning
As the Lone Wanderer, I am a survivor of the Great Impact that nearly obliterated Earth and decimated the population beyond imaginable. The impact was a cataclysmic event that occurred many years ago, and its aftermath left the world in ruins. The air is thick with dust and radiation, making it difficult to breathe and survive for extended periods of time. The few remaining pockets of civilization are scattered throughout the wasteland, and they are often hotbeds of violence, corruption, and despair.
By Omar Sohail3 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 Andrew3 years ago in Fiction
You, Shadow Man, You
If walls could talk, they would tell me why I have seen you here, every night, in the corner of the room, at the base of the bed beneath his feet. His toes are covered by sweat-soaked sheets. If walls could talk, they would tell me why I see you there, after we fall asleep to the buzz of mosquitoes and the hum of the generator and the water tip-tapping into a sink somewhere behind layers of paint and, also, behind my head. This head that sees you. The walls would tell me why I gasp awake and find you, there, hovering, like the dark figure they say you are, looming like they say you do. You shadow man.
By Jess Sambuco3 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 Robbinson3 years ago in Fiction
''If walls could talk'' A fiction story
I am a wall, made of rough bricks, and I have seen and heard many things throughout my life. People often talk to me, but I cannot answer back. However, there was a time when I could speak, and this is the story of that time.
By Majid Hussain3 years ago in Fiction
Slumberland movie review
Little Nemo in Slumberland was a revolutionary comic strip that debuted in the New York Herald in 1905. It boasted a unique design, with panels that expanded and contracted to convey a genuine sense of proportion to readers. Bold use of color and trippy storylines set it apart, and creator Winsor McCay was later hailed as "the first original genius of the comic strip medium" by historian R.C. Harvey. R. Crumb, Art Spiegelman, and Federico Fellini all cited him as an influence. McCay was also a pioneer of animated film, with his first movie featuring a live-action/animation hybrid depicting him producing 4,000 drawings of Nemo. However, his use of ethnic stereotypes, especially in the case of one of Nemo’s friends, African Impie, is problematic by today's standards.
By Hajara Bashrin3 years ago in Fiction
"The Guardian of the Elements: A Journey to Save the World"
Once upon a time, in a small village by the sea, there lived a young boy named Max. Max was a bright and curious child, always eager to explore the world around him. He spent most of his days on the beach, collecting seashells and building sandcastles.
By Pavan Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
