Children's Fiction

The Room That Refused Explanation
Inside the room, questions felt unnecessary. Answers dissolved. Being replaced understanding. People left without clarity—but with peace.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Ocean That Reflected Inner Depth
Those who approached the sea with calm found still waters. Those who arrived restless stirred waves. The ocean mirrored states rather than moons. Inner tides ruled outer ones.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Sky That Forgot the Future
Weather patterns stopped following forecasts. The sky behaved moment to moment. People stopped planning around it and began responding to it. Anxiety decreased. Adaptability increased. The sky taught that certainty is overrated.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Ochre Dust
Elena, eighty-something, smelled of lavender and old paper, like pressed flowers and forgotten letters. Her stories, though. Those were fresh, vibrant things, full of sun and grit and the taste of the earth. She’d sit in the worn armchair, the velvet faded to a dull rose, bony hands tracing patterns on her lap, eyes staring out the window but seeing something else entirely. Not the cracked pavement of the city street below, but something much older, much further away. "The piazza in August," she’d start, her voice raspy, dry as the summer air she spoke of, "dust red as blood, kicked up by every donkey cart and bare foot. Always a dog, a scruffy mongrel, sleeping under the olive tree by the fountain, belly up. Too hot to even swat the fat flies buzzing lazy circles around its head."
By HAADI2 months ago in Chapters
The Horizon That Walked Beside You
The horizon stopped staying ahead. It moved alongside people, matching pace. Progress no longer felt like pursuit. Life felt less like reaching and more like accompanying. The horizon had never been distant—it had only been misunderstood.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Clock That Refused to Count Pain
During moments of deep pain, the clock stopped responding. Minutes stretched or vanished entirely. Healing ignored calendars. Only when pain softened did time resume its rhythm. The clock was not broken—it was compassionate.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The City That Learned to Breathe Together
At some point, no one could say when it started, the city began breathing in unison. Not consciously, not by decision, but gradually. Crowds slowed. Traffic lights felt less urgent. Conversations paused naturally between sentences. People noticed that when they rushed, the city felt tight; when they softened, it opened. Breathing together did not remove conflict or difference—it created space around them. The city did not become peaceful. It became aligned.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Horizon That Refused Definition
No description fit it. That was the point. Movement mattered more than arrival.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The River That Flowed Backward at Dawn
Each morning, the river reversed briefly, refreshing its source. Progress included return.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Clock That Slowed During Kindness
Moments of empathy stretched minutes into hours. Cruelty collapsed days. Time respected care.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Ocean That Listened More Than It Spoke
Storms were rare near those who sat silently by the shore. The ocean calmed in response. Words agitated it. Silence soothed it. The sea mirrored internal tides more than lunar ones.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Horizon That Never Promised Arrival
The horizon stayed distant—not as failure, but as invitation. Life was not about reaching it, but walking honestly toward it.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters