Beneath every church floor lies a bridge built from words never answered. Sometimes, in silence, footsteps can still be heard.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
A candle refuses to die in a storm. It survives, but its wax is gone. The flame flickers with nothing left to hold onto.
A man forces himself awake from a vivid dream before it ends. All his life, he searches for the ending — not realizing he’s still dreaming.
An orchestra played for so long that the notes merged into a single eternal tone. The audience wept, not knowing if it was beauty or madness.
He debates himself every morning in his reflection. One day, the reflection wins — and steps out.
A lighthouse stood on dry land, forgotten. Still, every night, it turned on its light — just in case darkness was watching.
She told her secrets to silence. Years later, silence answered — through everyone else’s laughter, tears, and songs.
The apprentice tries to build a perfect clock that never stops. He fails — and in failure, lives a full life.
He painted masterpieces during storms; when the sun returned, they vanished. Critics mocked him — until they realized he’d painted them too, and they were fading.
A man’s shadow detaches, claiming it deserves freedom. In the sunlight, it quickly fades — free, but invisible.
His ink was made from burned love letters. Every verse glowed faintly, as if memory still smoldered between the words.
An island grew so proud of its independence that it swallowed the waves. It was never flooded again — but also never touched again.
