The Wall A Novel Novels & Stories

It was the birthday gift I bought him in our first year of marriage. It was not that I had never loved him. Life had just grounded it down. That love slowly withered, and for the sake of that one million dollars in insurance, I sealed every last trace of it into that wall to decay. The wall was gone. However, Zach would never come back. I could no longer escape from the hands of justice. The million dollars I never got could not follow me to my grave either. They hauled me into the police car. Through the window, I caught one last look at the crumbling apartment building. The wall I had smashed was like a gaping wound, facing the rising sun.

"We go through them when they come around that corner. Fast. Do not stop for anything." She nodded. Pressed her palms harder against her thighs. The warmth pushed back harder. She looked at the wall. Ten feet of solid stone. She pressed both palms flat against it. Just to give the warmth somewhere to go. Just to stop it building any further. She felt it leave her hands. The wall exploded. Not cracked. Not split. Exploded.

They were things people had carried in their pockets, tucked into desk drawers, hidden away for only themselves to see. I picked up a small leather-bound journal, its cover worn smooth by many hands. The first page bore a name that had been struck from every official record: Elara Ashford, written in ink that had faded to soft brown. Beneath it, in neat, slanted script, were the words: I built walls to keep the world out. I only hope I do not build them around the one person who matters most.

The air around him changed, that slow, suffocating pressure that meant he was no longer pretending to be anything but what he was. Her magic strained harder, pushing back. He was a wall. She was a blast wave. The lights went out. Not a flicker. A complete blackout. For one breath, the only illumination came from the city far below and the thin moonlight slicing through the broken windows. In that dimness, Althea saw it: Her reflection in the jagged shards embedded in the wall. Her own eyes shining too bright, catching light they shouldn’t. Her hair lifted in a wind that wasn’t there.

Said Ophilius. The ship flew on. The ship flew until it crashed into an invisible wall. Ophilius landed the ship in front of the wall and waited. Kariya looked into the wall and saw rolling hills, Evergreen trees, a lake and a mountain range further back, but there was no mansion. “An invisible wall, damn Petragrams!” exclaimed Jidana slamming her fists on the side of the ship. “Well looks like we have to turn back and also I don’t see the mansion, are you sure we’re in the right place.” Said Ophilius.

As I continue to look at the wall, it wavers and trembles like an injured person. “ Katrina is here. ” Luther announces and my heart drowns further. The wall shakes once more and I see a crack appearing as sunlight peeks out the wall. A gasp leaves my lips while my hands shoot up to cover my mouth. Silence falls between us and Wolf’s face flashes before my eyes. He is still there — close to the entrance. I turn around and come across Luther and Viktor, both staring out the window, shocked and furious. Another loud crash sounds, louder than the last one and sunlight breaks all barriers, falling on the city of Vladania.

Few more and it will be completed. Ella squatted and touched one orange brick with her right hand that was hardly reaching it. She used her left hand to touch another one. She has a hard time before successfully touching the two bricks at the same time. After it, all of the arrow faced towards the Northwest. The strange portion of the wall opened. It was flipped horizontally. "What's happening?" she asked, when the opened part of the wall lit with white light, blinding her as the whole area whitens. ---

Past the new kitchen — she didn’t care. To her new room. She stopped in the doorway. Stared. New bed. Big window. Bookshelves Kael built. And one wall: yellow. Framed. Glowing. Crayon still there. `DADDY` in blue. “MAMA,” she screamed. “IT’S STILL HERE! MY WALL! IT’S STILL HERE!” Adia stood in the hall with Kael. Holding hands. Both crying. “She remembers,” Adia whispered. “She always did,” Kael said.

But there are some people who still longs for more rather than staying in the room, locked up and just playing games. I am one of them. And now, I have friends, and I finally get along with my family. I also have found the love of my life. I am Miss Wallflower, and this is my story. END

She picked the novel 'A girl who knows too much'. She sat on the comfy chair at the far end of the library room, in front of the fire. The room was designed to be incredibly comfortable, and Lia loved it. The doorbell rang, and she panicked because it's the first time that someone visited the apartment and she doesn't know much people who have connections with Andreas. She made her way to the door and opened it. She met with a sight of a beautiful female with long hairs and a fantastic body. "Who are you? "she asked, rather arrogant. Without waiting she said