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Stories in Fiction that you’ll love, handpicked by our team.

The Altered Sands of the Soul
Hobnailed shoes pinched my feet as I pushed through the Mississippi farm fields toward the greenhouse behind the antebellum mansion. My quest for destruction had brought me back in time one hundred and ninety years to the year 1833. If I could destroy the literal seeds of slavery at its root, I could change the history of the world and millions of lives.
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Fiction
Lycoris radiata
If walls could talk, mine would surely be silent; not for lack of experience, but because they have simply said enough already and remained unheard. I have been unheard.
By Christiane Winter3 years ago in Fiction
Drystane
Waking up from another noisy night, Drystane began to open his eyes as his consciousness gather. Staring across the living room, the singing of songbirds outside told him that it was the early morning even though the sun had barely begun to rise. Letting out a yawn, he was greeted with an elderly gruff voice.
By Thavien Yliaster3 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten One
If walls could talk, I would ask. Do you still feel his presence every time you hear footsteps outside your room? When the door opens do you wonder who is coming through, is it him? Is this why you shiver as your tiny body presses against me?
By JBaz3 years ago in Fiction
The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea. First Place in If Walls Could Talk. Third Place in 2023 Vocal Writing Awards - Horror Fiction.
If walls could talk, you would not listen unless you had to. How can I be so sure? One has not risen from the centre of the earth in a tectonic and seismic exaltation, stood stoic for three hundred million years through ice ages, through meteoric obliteration, and born witness to unprecedented evolution to be in any doubt of a few pounds of flesh such as you.
By Caroline Jane3 years ago in Fiction
Bonnie and Floyde
"I am a bad apple". At least that's what Mama used to say. She was so strict and stern that I never got to have any fun. Papa was much better, he used to hang out with me, and we had some really good times. He took me to all kinds of sporting matches, granted I couldn't tell one game from the other. Football, Soccer, Cricket, Baseball, Golf, well, I tell ya, they just seemed like a lot of people running around all the time. But, I just loved hanging out with him, I loved Papa. Then he just upped and died from something in his brain. Why the stupid doctors allowed that to happen, I just couldn't tell.
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Fiction
The Wall vs. Choppin' Charlie
If walls could talk, no one would need to worry about the axe-wielding lunatic on the other side of the door. No one would hear over the competing clamor of voices, but if walls could shout, the four people locked in this shoebox of a room might have a chance of escaping.
By Kiera G 3 years ago in Fiction
The Fabulous Screamer
It is quiet now, the way it has been for many years, a silence that resonated peace within these walls not to be disrupted for any reason.
By C. H. Richard3 years ago in Fiction
The Walls Stay Silent
If walls could talk, why didn’t anyone hear them? On that day, that fateful day when your life changed forever, nobody heard a sound.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Fiction
Paradise Defiled. Second Place in the Improbable Paradise Challenge.
There was a soft knock on the door as she secured her backpack. Kate crossed the room and opened to door. Emmanuel filled the small space easily. "Bonjour…"
By Traci C3 years ago in Fiction
Open For Inspection
"If walls could talk," he chuckled to himself. Looking out the window, “here comes the agent, I can see her car coming up the drive.”
By Jess Boyes3 years ago in Fiction
In Pursuit of New Horizons
Grace shakes her father's old canteen with vigor, attempting to free up any droplets that may be circling the bottom. No such luck.
By CJ Miller3 years ago in Fiction