Category: Fiction Friday
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Fiction Friday – The Last House on the Left – If Walls Could Talk
The story I have to tell is creepy. Bad. It isn’t too late to leave the room. Come back next Friday and don’t witness the rest of this. I really don’t remember when I came to be. Some houses know from the day of wiring, when the lights come on for the first time that…
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If Walls Could Talk – Half-Way to Hell
One woman expressed it in a way that made me understand. She said, “My man loves me so much he is willing to show me his worst.” I don’t know why I understand it, but I do. To have someone love you so deeply they’d strike you, burn you, lock you up. Well, you had…
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Fiction Friday – If Walls Could Talk – Tree House
I began as some scrap board nailed together with big nails. I was a flimsy platform. The smaller kids got a few bigger kids from the neighborhood to help wedge some two by fours against my underside and the tree. I wasn’t very secure but the kids were having a great time putting me together.