Children's Fiction
The Stormchaser Who Collected Lightning
Thorn chased storms with a glass sphere strapped to his back, hoping to catch lightning. People called him mad, but he insisted storms spoke to him. One night, he found himself at the center of a colossal tempest. Lightning struck the sphere, filling it with swirling light. Instead of triumph, Thorn felt overwhelming sorrow—each bolt carried pain from the sky, grief from the earth, longing from the horizon. He realized lightning wasn’t power—it was emotion breaking free. Thorn opened the sphere, releasing the storm’s tears back to the sky. From that day, he no longer hunted storms; he listened to them.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Traveler Who Carried Seasons
Okir roamed the world with a cloak woven from the four seasons. Wherever he walked, nature shifted in response. If he wrapped himself in the cloak’s winter patch, frost coated the ground. If he turned it to spring, blossoms erupted along his path. Villagers marveled, urging him to stay and bring endless spring or perpetual summer. But Okir refused, explaining that seasons must cycle or the world forgets how to grow. One day, a greedy king imprisoned him, demanding eternal autumn—the king’s favorite season. The land wilted, trapped in a golden dusk. Trees grew weary, animals confused, crops failing. Okir finally broke free, releasing the cloak into the sky. It shredded into the wind, scattering pieces across the world. Seasons returned naturally, no longer dependent on one man. As for Okir, he walked on, feeling lighter without the burden of guiding time.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Whispering Bridge
Locals said the bridge whispered your fears back at you when you tried to cross it. Many avoided it. But one night, she stepped onto it during a storm. The whispers grew louder, then gentler, then silent. When she reached the other side, she knew that fear fades only when walked through.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Library of Breathing Pages
She wandered into a forgotten library where books inhaled softly as she turned their pages. Each breath seemed to pull her deeper into their worlds, as if the stories themselves needed her to stay alive. Only later did she realize that every book was written in disappearing ink—its words vanished the moment she understood them. She left knowing that some knowledge is meant to be felt once, then carried forever.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Staircase That Ascended Into Nothing
It stood in a desert, steps carved into thin air. Those who climbed reached a place where the world dissolved into pure thought. Most returned wiser; a few stayed, becoming ideas themselves—eternal, weightless, and unbound.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Woman Who Borrowed the Moon’s Voice
During a lunar eclipse, she whispered her sorrows to the moon. The moon answered, lending her its calm, silver voice. When she spoke thereafter, people felt clarity wash over them. She used the gift not for power, but to guide those lost in confusion.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Colossus Made of Memories
Stones carried tales of those who touched them. Over centuries, they assembled themselves into a towering colossus that wandered the earth. Those who met it swore they heard voices from their childhood echoing within its steps. The colossus carried everyone’s past so humans could walk lighter.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Horizon That Followed a Man
A tired traveler noticed that the horizon moved closer each day, until it walked beside him like a companion. “Why me?” he asked. The horizon smiled, golden and soft. “Because you finally stopped chasing. Now you are ready to meet what you were meant to reach.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Candle Made of Time
It was said this candle burned exactly one hour—never more, never less. People used it to measure precious things: conversations, confessions, moments of courage. When the wick finally faded, they realized the hour had not been measured—it had been honored.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Cloud That Refused to Rain
A single dark cloud hovered over a drought-stricken village, trembling but refusing to break. People cursed it until they learned the truth: if it rained then, the cracked earth would shatter. So they softened the soil, and only then did the cloud let go. Sometimes restraint is the purest form of care.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Riverboat That Sailed Through Memories
Passengers boarded at dusk, and the boat drifted across still waters. But instead of landscapes, they saw scenes from their past reflected beneath them. Some cried; others reached into the water as if touching earlier versions of themselves. When they disembarked, each person stepped onto the shore lighter, having finally faced what they had carried for too long.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
