Autobiography
The Book of Silent Laughter
A mute entertainer traveled village to village carrying a strange book. When opened, the pages released bursts of silent laughter—felt in the chest rather than heard. Children giggled uncontrollably; adults felt their worries loosen. One evening, a boy asked how the book worked. The performer wrote, “Laughter doesn’t need sound. It needs company.” The boy nodded, realizing joy could be shared even in silence.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 3: Peacock
Peacock Morning light broke gently across the forest as Kael and Arin followed a narrow path woven between towering ancient trees. Dew sparkled on the leaves like tiny crystals, and the air was cool enough to sting their lungs. It was the first time since their escape that Kael felt the world breathing again.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Chapters
The Desert of Unasked Questions
A vast desert contained every question people were too afraid to ask. Travelers saw shimmering shapes—questions forming dunes, whispering possibilities. One woman dared to answer a towering question-dune. As she did, an oasis appeared at her feet. The desert rewarded bravery with growth.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Girl Who Wrote Rain
A girl could write on the sky with raindrops. Each storm carried her secret messages—comfort, hope, courage. Only those who looked closely could read them. She grew older and feared her messages were unnoticed. One day, a stranger approached her and whispered, “Your rain saved me.” The girl finally cried, and the sky wrote back.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The River That Refused to Flow Backward
A village begged a magical river to reverse its flow so they could relive happier days. The river answered by rising gently and whispering, “Water moves forward so hearts can too.” The villagers learned to honor memory without drowning in it. They built bridges not to the past, but toward each other.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Woman Who Could Hear Footsteps of the Future
A woman heard faint footsteps behind her, though no one followed. Over time, she realized they were her own footsteps from the future, guiding her choices. When they finally stopped, she knew she had reached the moment where the future waited for her decision alone.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
Memoir | Retirement | Part VI of VI
In 1986, the U.S. Department of Prominence provided me with opportunities to explore life beyond the confines of my low-income housing projects in Southeast Washington, D.C. From 1997-1999, I was fortunate enough to travel the globe on their behalf, offering me a broader perspective of the world. This chance to see the world at the government’s expense was an incredible blessing, a true gift from above. Working closely with U.S. diplomats was an exhilarating experience, filled with high-energy tasks and challenges. Collaborating with these dedicated individuals greatly enriched my character and wisdom. I am immensely thankful for the valuable experiences I gained while working at this federal government agency.
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Chapters
The Painter of Lost Mornings
A reclusive painter had the ability to capture mornings no one remembered—sunrises missed due to sorrow, sleep, or despair. He painted warm skies, dew-kissed grass, and birds frozen mid-song, then delivered the paintings anonymously to the people who had lost those moments. One day, he realized he himself had no memories left—he had given them all away. A child found him sitting before a blank canvas and handed him one of his own paintings. “You should have a morning too,” she said. The painter wept as the colors returned to his heart.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
Memoir | Breaking Through Protocol | Part VI of VI
An urgent email was distributed to office secretaries from the Secretary at the U.S. Department of Prominence requesting that all his key staff come to the Press Room in our building for an urgent press briefing regarding his formal statement for the local and cable news outlets. I had to move quickly to ensure our bureau’s incoming assistant secretary was present at the Secretary’s press briefing. This meant I had to interrupt her swearing-in ceremony, which wasn’t an easy task. As expected, I faced resistance from her advisor.
By Mia Z. Edwardsabout a month ago in Chapters
The last Ember
--- The Last Ember In a quiet village, tucked away in a valley surrounded by towering mountains, there lived a young girl named Elara. The village was peaceful, its people humble and content, their lives revolving around the changing seasons and the harvests that came with them. But the village also harbored an ancient secret—a secret that Elara was about to uncover.
By The best writer about a month ago in Chapters
The Bridge of Half-Crossings
A wooden bridge stretched across a chasm but stopped abruptly halfway. Travelers reached the middle only to turn back, frustrated. One day a wanderer asked why it was unfinished. The bridge replied: “I was not built for crossing. I was built to show who dares to complete the missing half themselves.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
