Historical
Old walls have memories
Old Walls have memories. Time and stone last forever. If walls could talk? What would I have to say? I have stood for a thousand years, been repaired many times and parts of me have been rebuilt, but I am still the same wall that the Saxons built in the year 1023. They used wood, mud, and stones from the old Roman building. It was not until the Normans reached this part of England about 1070 that I was made into the magnificent structure I am today. They used quarried granite and the mortar formulated by the Romans, in fact many of my stone blocks were brought from the quarry by people enslaved by the Roman soldiers. It is these blocks that give me continuation, from the time of Alfred, and onto today.
By Peter Rose3 years ago in Fiction
Ford
If walls could talk, you'd never know my name. Looking back, I'd prefer it that way. They say history is limited by its storyteller. And that may be true. My worldview only extends to the far side of 10th street. Here I was born, built, burnt, and ruined into the Ford you know me as today. By the curated fate of man, I am forced to exist indefinitely.
By Lindsey Lamar3 years ago in Fiction
The Poker Room Wall
If walls could talk, I'd have many tales to tell. I am the wall of the Poker Room, a place where secrets are kept and fortunes are won and lost. I've been around for over a hundred years, and I've seen it all. From the glamour of the Roaring Twenties to the depression of the Great War, I've stood witness to countless games of skill and luck. I've seen men and women of all walks of life come through these doors, each with a different story to tell.
By Finola bozlar3 years ago in Fiction
The Talkative Wall: Tales from a Silent Witness
If walls could talk, I'd have quite the story to tell. I am the wall of an old church, built in the early 1600s. Over the centuries, I have been the silent witness to countless sermons, prayers, marriages, and even wars.
By Terry Wairimu3 years ago in Fiction
