Children's Fiction
A girl and boy classmates who fell in love
The first day of tenth grade always felt loud—voices echoing in the hallways, lockers slamming, friends reuniting after a long summer. But for Elena, it was the opposite. She stood quietly by the classroom door, holding her books tightly against her chest, trying not to get swept away in the flood of students. She didn’t know many people, having transferred from another school during the break.
By osama aziz3 months ago in Chapters
The Night That Refused to End
A village experienced a night that stretched endlessly. Fear spread until a woman lit a candle and held it high. Others followed, creating a constellation of human-made stars. As the light grew, the sky brightened. Dawn had been waiting not for time, but for courage.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Mountain That Asked Questions
Climbers attempted a mythical mountain, but each was halted by a whispering wind that asked deeply personal questions. Only those who answered truthfully could ascend. A woman reached the peak not because her answers were flawless, but because she admitted when she didn’t know. The mountain valued sincerity over certainty.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Road That Demanded a Promise
A road stretched endlessly but could only be walked by those who declared aloud why they traveled it. One woman stepped onto it without speaking, and the ground beneath her vanished. She tried again, saying, “I walk to find myself.” The road solidified beneath her feet. Every journey, it seemed, needed a reason—otherwise, steps became an illusion.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Ocean That Reflected Internal Weather
An ocean existed where the surface displayed not the sky but the observer’s emotional state. Calm minds created clear, shimmering water; troubled hearts stirred storms. One woman who carried grief for years approached the shore expecting chaos. Instead, the water was perfectly still. Only then did she realize her grief had turned into acceptance, transforming from a storm into a quiet sea.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Cartographer of Invisible Lands
A cartographer spent decades drawing landscapes that did not appear in the physical world. People mocked him, saying he mapped illusions. But he insisted, “I chart the terrains of inner lives.” His maps revealed mountains of courage, valleys of regret, deserts of doubt, and coastlines shaped by hope. When he died, the villagers finally unrolled his greatest map. It resembled the outline of a human soul—vast, fractured, luminous. And suddenly, all his invisible lands became undeniable.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Desert of Endless Footprints
A massive desert held countless footprints that never disappeared. Each track belonged to a traveler who had crossed seeking something they lacked. A wanderer followed the patterns and discovered that no two paths were identical. Some wandered in circles; others walked straight; others zigzagged chaotically. He realized every life path was unique — and equally uncertain. The footprints taught him to walk not with certainty, but with sincerity.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Doorway That Led to Regret
A mysterious doorway stood in a meadow. Anyone who passed through it relived the moment they regretted most — not to judge themselves, but to understand themselves. Most people avoided the doorway, fearing pain. But those who entered emerged transformed, carrying compassion for the person they once were. Regret became a teacher, not a punishment.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Mirror That Reflected Tomorrow
A mystic mirror hung in a quiet village. Instead of reflecting the present, it reflected the viewer in ten years. Some saw themselves strong and confident; others saw themselves lonely, weary, or lost. A young man who saw a dark future became hopeless — until a wise elder said, “This is not destiny. It is a warning written in light.” Inspired, the man changed his path entirely. The mirror didn’t show inevitability — it showed preventability.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
Is Reading Good For You If So How And Why
Have we ever thought about why we read or why we like to read if we like too? Why don’t we all just take a minute to think about this, why is reading good for you, and what makes it that way if anything? Is it because it broadens your horizons depending on the books that you read? Is it because of the way the books make you feel or the type of books that you are reading? Although any reading is good no matter the book at least that is the way that I look at it. Why is reading good for you though? It gives your mind a break, for the most part at least it does when you are reading for pleasure. Now I am not saying that reading things to improve your mind aren’t good for you, they are 100 percent but you shouldn’t just read for that, and you shouldn’t just read for pleasure either. Why should you mix up the way you read and what you read in terms of pleasure and personal development reading?
By Louise Barraco3 months ago in Chapters
The House With a Memory of Everyone
A small stone house atop a hill remembered every person who lived inside. Visitors felt echoes as they walked its halls — laughter seeping from the walls, heartbreak embedded in the stairs, hope vibrating in the wooden beams. A historian once asked how the house preserved so much emotion. “Because people rarely realize how loudly they feel,” the caretaker said. When the house was finally abandoned, it stood strong, carrying centuries of human life within it like a quiet, eternal archive.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Proof of the Red Suit. AI-Generated.
No one believed Oliver. Seven years old, with crooked glasses, a cowlick that defied gravity, and a brain that made even his science teacher pause mid-sentence, Oliver knew things other kids didn’t. He could solve quantum puzzles in his head before recess and once rewired the toaster to sing Jingle Bells. But no matter how many equations he got right or how many inventions he built from spare clock parts, no one—especially not the adults—believed him about Santa.
By Jessica Higginbotham3 months ago in Chapters











