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Time Traveler
In the year 2135, time travel had become a common occurrence. The discovery of temporal technology had led to a revolution in human civilization, where people could now travel through time and visit any moment in history. However, the dangers of time travel were still present, and a strict set of laws had been put in place to prevent any harm to the timeline.
By Hafsa Hameed3 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk
If walls could talk, the secrets they would reveal would be enough to fill volumes of books. They would tell stories of love and loss, triumph and tragedy, of the lives that have passed through their doors and the events that have unfolded within their confines. The walls of the old, rundown mansion on the outskirts of town were no different. They had seen everything from the extravagant parties of the wealthy elite to the quiet, solitary lives of the reclusive owners. And they had kept all their secrets close, until one day, they could no longer keep silent.
By Hafsa Hameed3 years ago in Fiction
Unraveling the Depths of "To You I Clutch": A Profound Exploration of Love and Loss
Introduction: "To You I Clutch" is a poem that beautifully encapsulates the emotions of love and loss. Written by an anonymous poet and published on Vocal.media, the poem has garnered a significant amount of attention and admiration from readers around the world. In this article, we aim to explore the depths of this poetic masterpiece, analyzing its structure, themes, and literary devices. We will also discuss how the poem resonates with readers on a personal level and offer our interpretation of the meaning behind the verses.
By Shatrughan Bauri3 years ago in Fiction
A Wall's History
If walls could talk... I was sand once. I was bone in the leg of a magnificent beast long since passed, and I am the weathered chips of fallen mountains reaching for the sky. I have known the touch of rain and fire, the brush of wind and feathers. I have tumbled and compacted, eroded and compiled. I am eternal and changing, forever present in some form or another.
By S. E. Schneider3 years ago in Fiction
The Witnessing Wall: Tales from a Lonely Corner
If walls could talk, I would have told you about the life that once flowed through the rooms of this house. About the laughter that echoed in the halls, the love that was shared, and the dreams that were made. But now, as I stand alone in this abandoned home, the only sounds that surround me are the creaks and groans of my own wooden frame.
By Angelina w. (Poet)3 years ago in Fiction
The Save
If walls could talk, I would probably yell that the owner of this house needs to stop blowing on that trumpet. Does he honestly think that what he plays is music? If we walls had ears our ears would be bleeding. Our faces would be flushed and probably a plethora of expletives and insults would be yelled. That trumpet would be broken to pieces if we were people. However, everything serves a purpose. That trumpet served its purpose last week. As I am talking my sooty wall is being refurnished and repainted. This whole house has to undergo a remodel. It was because of the fire, a fire which saved a life.
By Sid Aaron Hirji3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers from Behind the Walls
The small village where Frank and Alice lived was a peaceful and idyllic place. The villagers lived simple lives, working hard and enjoying the beauty of nature that surrounded them. They were known for their kindness and hospitality, and everyone looked out for each other.
By Karthi7oct3 years ago in Fiction
