The Dream That Entered the Waking World
When Imagination Refuses Containment
A woman dreamt of a blue flame every night. One morning she woke to find the flame hovering above her hand. It did not burn; it warmed. She carried it through her village, and everywhere she walked, fear softened. Dreams, she realized, escape when reality needs them most.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from GoldenSpeech and writers in Chapters and other communities.
The Clock Tower That Counted Souls, Not Seconds
The tower’s bells rang only when someone in the village acted with genuine compassion. Some days it stayed silent. Other days, it chimed endlessly. One evening, it rang louder than ever before. Villagers discovered a lonely child had comforted a grieving elder. The tower’s message was clear: meaning outweighs minutes.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
FLUENT IN FORBIDDEN — CHAPTER TEN
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer, where the stories are brewed in the dark. Tonight, we aren't just running from the past; we are racing toward a future that is currently being written in blood."
By The Night Writer 🌙 5 days ago in Chapters
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.