Satire
Chaos I Contain
If walls could talk, oh, the things I’d tell you about the chaos I contain, how I witness the unraveling of society like a mutant cat attacking a ball of yarn. I’d also tell you, how I’m just a degenerate like the rest of my compatriots. And they’ll complain just the same. Because in the end, I’m government funded.
By Christopher Michael3 years ago in Fiction
Walls reveal secrets
I am a wall, standing tall and proud in the center of an old town. For years, I’ve been standing here, silently watching the people come and go. They don't pay me much attention; I’m just another wall, another part of the scenery. But what they don't know is that I can talk.
By Beant kaur3 years ago in Fiction
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
The Rise of the Dragon: The Chinese Balloon Invasion of America
Sure, I can expand on the story "The Rise of the Dragon" to reach 900 words. The summer of 2022 was a time of celebration in America, as people came out of lockdown and finally gathered together once again. Festivals and events were taking place all over the country, and it was at one of these gatherings that the first Chinese dragon balloon was spotted.
By The professor_Storyteller 3 years ago in Fiction
The Stall On Wall Street
If walls could talk I'd tell you my insides were black. The emotion of emotionless movement penetrates my porcelain silver scratched walls as countless beings use me seeking privacy in my space. I'm tired of the inconsistent smells and disrespectful energy but of course I'm rooted in the most ruthless cities and busiest streets famously mistaken as wolf not wall street. I'm the most public private four walls you could ever endure, being a bathroom stall trapped in my four walls on wall street for fifty years has taken a toll on me. Those covid days that recently ended were some of the best times of my life. Silent empty sounds of sunlight. It was peaceful. I feel traumatized now seeing how life could be. If walls could talk, I'd talk to these beings in a monotone deep white collared voice to knock some sense into their heads. It was a rough time for the beings, when some did come into my stall they were sick, almost blue, coughing, scratching their throats, mucus flying on my walls not even courtesy enough to wipe it off. This one particular man has been coming into my stall sense I can remember, he was tall with a posture of a fucked up massaged from the five dollar thirty minute asian parlors in Chinatown. He was pale and green in the face with eyes of a puppy who is scheming on getting a piece of bacon off your plate in the morning. He had purple bags under his eyes and hair so thin I didn't see why he just didn't do a clean bald shave. He sat in my stall and just cried. But before Covid he wasn't like that. His posture was confident, his smile was big walking into my stall, no matter the fumes plunging from the next. He would call his wife and they would just ask about each other's day, at the end of their call he would say “tell me?” And then she would say “I love you too” and hang up every night around eleven pm. After Covid he was like an apple getting eaten inside out by a worm he created his very own self. Before Covid he was living his life carelessly and at my bar drinking and doing drugs in my stall, each side of his lips was stretched to his ears he was smiling so hard. Yesterday his wife for the first time came to my stall, and I knew it was his wife because before she knelt down he said to her “tell me?” and she replied “I love you” and continued doing her routine. Sadly she wasn't the first woman who came into the stall with my old guy. One of the mystery ladies I've seen before knocked around 11pm and replied “Dulce mi papi open the door”. And unfortunately I'm an old stall who rarely gets maintenance so there's easy tricks to open my door. She without hesitation opens the door and screams and at that moment Dulce wasn't the only one who knew he had more loves than one. Using my four walls with them. Things got erratic yelling, screaming, hanging swinging fists and elbows while tears falling and suddenly a big sound of a dead weight elephant hit the floor and Dulce was there in a pool of snot and tears glaring at the two and said two words, “Tell me”. And the mystery lady looked confused and the wife did not look amused. Snot and tears poured out his face like a faucet as he turned blue, he yelled “TELL ME!" Hitting his fist on the floor. His wife looked at him blankly and ran out the door. Mystery lady gave him sass. Threw some condoms and said “That's that”. Dulce sat on the toilet crying yelling “WHY ME”! Calling his wife repeatedly. He threw his phone at my wall and kneeled to the floor once again yelling “TELL ME”! And I responded, “He who asks, what shouldn't be taken will never find reality until honest with himself”.
By Khonsu Books3 years ago in Fiction
I Tried to Fix the World
“My body my choice,” I shouted. My name is Fred McGraw, and I’d traveled all the way from Birmingham, Alabama to be here. I was at a political rally, fighting the new covid vaccine they’d invented. I was trying to change the world, preventing corporations from forcing us to put there medicine in our bodies. Even if vaccines did work, I didn’t want one.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Whoa! what the hug
"Wrapped in Your Arms" Sophie stood alone on the sidewalk, watching the raindrops trickle down the glass windows of the coffee shop. She had just come from a long day at work, feeling exhausted and disheartened. As she gazed at the dreary scene before her, she wondered if the day would ever improve.
By Prabakaran S3 years ago in Fiction
