This house is not always derelict and the walls are not always dirty.
As unbelievable as it seems, this was once a beautiful home to a great family, a family which contributed to many aspects of human progress. Philosophy, fine arts, medicine, ethics, architecture, business, music, they had a hand in many of these fields. They amassed a fortune that transformed envious people into jealous demons.
Huge trees experience stronger winds.
Unjust accusations and false charges began. Even lies become truth when they are repeated long enough and confident enough. Unjust accusations become facts and false charges become crimes – the great family was brought low and the reward for their contributions was an unfair trial without their presence.
And here, in this room, was once a little girl who sat in her father’s lap, listening attentively to the great tales of their noble family while her mother combed her hair. She knew she should be afraid as the mob neared their house. They had armed themselves with pitchforks, shovels and various farming tools and were holding torches aloft.
All these are forgotten. But the walls remember.
The story of the little girl and her parents.
Just a little dark story.
If you are interested, the prompt is linked below.
Inspiration Call: What story would the walls in this building tell if they could speak? Tell us the story.
Publishing opportunity details for this writing prompt can be found at Open Publishing Projects.
Prompt: Inspiration Call: Talking Walls
From the Window Seat 