COMPENDIUM Thaddy…bruppppppppp cash in ye chips when…hck…the moment…hck…ye can. Ye never know when a bastard is going to spend ya hard earned winnings on women!
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Chapters
A window boasts of seeing all seasons. The house collapses, and the window, now shattered, finally feels the rain it had always admired.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
A girl stares so long into a mirror that she sees her own soul glowing back. She smiles — not because she found herself, but because she realized she had never been lost.
A nameless cloud envies others for being called “storm” or “mist.” When it’s finally named, it dissolves in pride.
A philosopher listens to the sea, asking for meaning. The ocean replies only with waves. He spends his life translating them, never realizing that the sound was already the answer.
A sculptor chisels perfection from marble. When he finishes, he weeps — for he’s killed the thousand statues that could have been.
A man wakes up from a dream only to find himself in another — then another. At last, he stops searching for awakening and begins living consciously in whichever illusion he’s in.
A house that never decays becomes a museum of the past. Visitors leave flowers, but no one stays.
A cave echo repeats a lost traveler’s plea so many times that it begins to believe the words are its own.
A candle wishes to burn as long as stars do. When the wind grants its wish, it becomes smoke, rising toward a sky that doesn’t need it.
A composer removes one note from his symphony. The melody collapses. In absence, he hears what he had always been trying to write.
A librarian keeps books whose titles have faded. She knows each by the weight of its silence. When asked her name, she pauses — unsure if she once belonged to a book too.
