He built invisible sculptures of air, claiming to have shaped the unshapable. When he died, the wind scattered his ashes — his only real masterpiece.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
A utopia built of glass promised honesty. Within a generation, everyone learned to smile in mirrors and cry in reflections.
Beneath every church floor lies a bridge built from words never answered. Sometimes, in silence, footsteps can still be heard.
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.
