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Blabbermouth
- WARNING: This story contains adult language - "If walls could talk..." I love that phrase. I love it because it's truer than any person that speaks it could even begin to imagine. I love it because, in an ego-stroking fashion, it reveals our value beyond that of holding up a ceiling, of keeping weather out. We don’t just protect you from rain and heat and theft, we provide privacy. We protect the secrets of horrible and well-meaning people alike without prejudice...without consent really.
By Paul Martyn3 years ago in Fiction
Time Traveler
John had always been fascinated by history, but not in the traditional sense. He didn't care about dates and names, but rather the idea of what could have been. What if the great fire of London had been put out before it spread? What if JFK had never been assassinated? These thoughts kept him up at night, and eventually, he became obsessed with the idea of altering history.
By Shatrughan Bauri3 years ago in Fiction
Time Capsule Haiku
A Haiku About Time: The Beauty of Timeless Words Time is an elusive concept that has fascinated poets and writers for centuries. The haiku, a Japanese form of poetry, is a perfect example of how time can be captured in words. It is a minimalist poem that can convey complex emotions in just a few words. In this article, we will explore the beauty of haiku poetry and how it captures the essence of time. We will also discuss the best ways to write a haiku about time and the techniques used to make it a timeless piece of art.
By Shatrughan Bauri3 years ago in Fiction
One Day
One Day: The Journey of a Lifetime If you're looking for an adventure of a lifetime, you need to experience a day that will leave you feeling exhilarated and inspired. One day, where anything is possible, and your dreams become a reality. It's the kind of day that will stay with you for years to come, and that you'll talk about for a lifetime. So, what does a perfect "One Day" look like?
By Shatrughan Bauri3 years ago in Fiction
If Walls Could Talk...
If walls could talk, Lynne Lining would have been in her element. Well, Lynne was in her element, barking orders. "'Cid! Move that celery over here! Zy! Why haven't you sorted that peanut butter yet? There's more coming down the chute any minute now, and we've got to get this stuff put in the right cells! Let's go!"
By Mack D. Ames3 years ago in Fiction









