Children's Fiction
The House That Refused Locks
A peculiar house had doors that could never stay locked. No matter how often the residents tried, the keys rusted and the bolts slid open. Thieves avoided it, claiming it felt like trespassing in a place too honest to deceive. One family moved in, terrified of vulnerability, but over time they learned to live without barriers — emotional or physical. One evening the father whispered, “Maybe safety isn’t about shutting things out, but letting the right things in.” The house creaked in agreement.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Girl Who Found Tomorrow in a Box
She discovered a tiny wooden box buried beneath an old tree. Inside lay small objects that had not yet come to exist—a ring she would receive years later, a key to a house she hadn’t bought yet, a note in her own handwriting she had not written. At first, she panicked, believing the box trapped her future. But the more she studied the objects, the more she realized they represented possibilities, not certainties. The note, when she finally wrote it, said: “Your future is not decided. It is invited.” She buried the box again, leaving it for someone else who needed hope more than predictions.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Stormchaser Who Collected Lightning
Thorn chased storms with a glass sphere strapped to his back, hoping to catch lightning. People called him mad, but he insisted storms spoke to him. One night, he found himself at the center of a colossal tempest. Lightning struck the sphere, filling it with swirling light. Instead of triumph, Thorn felt overwhelming sorrow—each bolt carried pain from the sky, grief from the earth, longing from the horizon. He realized lightning wasn’t power—it was emotion breaking free. Thorn opened the sphere, releasing the storm’s tears back to the sky. From that day, he no longer hunted storms; he listened to them.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Traveler Who Carried Seasons
Okir roamed the world with a cloak woven from the four seasons. Wherever he walked, nature shifted in response. If he wrapped himself in the cloak’s winter patch, frost coated the ground. If he turned it to spring, blossoms erupted along his path. Villagers marveled, urging him to stay and bring endless spring or perpetual summer. But Okir refused, explaining that seasons must cycle or the world forgets how to grow. One day, a greedy king imprisoned him, demanding eternal autumn—the king’s favorite season. The land wilted, trapped in a golden dusk. Trees grew weary, animals confused, crops failing. Okir finally broke free, releasing the cloak into the sky. It shredded into the wind, scattering pieces across the world. Seasons returned naturally, no longer dependent on one man. As for Okir, he walked on, feeling lighter without the burden of guiding time.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Whispering Bridge
Locals said the bridge whispered your fears back at you when you tried to cross it. Many avoided it. But one night, she stepped onto it during a storm. The whispers grew louder, then gentler, then silent. When she reached the other side, she knew that fear fades only when walked through.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Library of Breathing Pages
She wandered into a forgotten library where books inhaled softly as she turned their pages. Each breath seemed to pull her deeper into their worlds, as if the stories themselves needed her to stay alive. Only later did she realize that every book was written in disappearing ink—its words vanished the moment she understood them. She left knowing that some knowledge is meant to be felt once, then carried forever.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Staircase That Ascended Into Nothing
It stood in a desert, steps carved into thin air. Those who climbed reached a place where the world dissolved into pure thought. Most returned wiser; a few stayed, becoming ideas themselves—eternal, weightless, and unbound.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Woman Who Borrowed the Moon’s Voice
During a lunar eclipse, she whispered her sorrows to the moon. The moon answered, lending her its calm, silver voice. When she spoke thereafter, people felt clarity wash over them. She used the gift not for power, but to guide those lost in confusion.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Colossus Made of Memories
Stones carried tales of those who touched them. Over centuries, they assembled themselves into a towering colossus that wandered the earth. Those who met it swore they heard voices from their childhood echoing within its steps. The colossus carried everyone’s past so humans could walk lighter.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Horizon That Followed a Man
A tired traveler noticed that the horizon moved closer each day, until it walked beside him like a companion. “Why me?” he asked. The horizon smiled, golden and soft. “Because you finally stopped chasing. Now you are ready to meet what you were meant to reach.”
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Candle Made of Time
It was said this candle burned exactly one hour—never more, never less. People used it to measure precious things: conversations, confessions, moments of courage. When the wick finally faded, they realized the hour had not been measured—it had been honored.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
