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

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
The Walls Have Always Spoken
If walls could talk, would you stop and listen to us? If you did, we would tell you that every wall hopes to encounter a woman such as Maria and when we do, we pass along the tale in a never ending trail of gossip, each of us building onto the story. Therefore, this is not the tale told from simply one wall, but all the walls that make up a person’s life; although I myself exist only because the tale took place. Will you listen to me for a while?
By Call Me Les2 months ago in Fiction
The Reader
Detective Harrigan swept together the photos of the the dead girl and tucked them back into the folder. She had no more answers for him today than she did yesterday. He closed the folder and called it a day.
By Shane Dobbie3 years ago in Fiction
Secret Room
“If these walls could talk...” The detective rested a gloved hand against my cement, chipped and stained, surveying my mostly bare room. I hadn’t felt so empty for a long time. I fear I’ll be haunted now, haunted forever because of you. I will never forgive you for that.
By Holly Pheni3 years ago in Fiction
WHEN THE WALLS TALK
If walls could talk is such a cliche human saying. No one talks to a wall and expects it to answer. Where I exist, walls are dead trees. Although some walls can telepathically communicate with certain sensitive people, it would only confuse or scare them. But, sometimes, that can’t be helped. Though I can’t speak for what goes on outside this log cabin, here in this forest, we are very aware. We may have been cut from our source, mother earth, but her gift stays with us, even in this sterile place called home.
By D.L. Finn3 years ago in Fiction