Children's Fiction
The Old Man Who Followed His Shadow
An old man noticed his shadow walking slightly ahead of him one evening, moving with determination. Curious, he followed. The shadow guided him to a forgotten childhood place—an abandoned swing beneath an oak tree. Sitting down, he felt years fall away. His shadow rejoined him as if saying: “Sometimes, the way forward lies behind.”
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Village That Weighed Words
In a unique village, every spoken word manifested as a weight in the air. Harsh words dropped heavily, cracks forming in the ground. Kind words floated like feathers. A child accidentally shouted something cruel and saw the earth tremble. From that day, the village learned to speak with intention, choosing words light enough to lift each other.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Boy Who Counted Sunbeams
A boy spent afternoons counting rays of sunlight. People mocked him until he explained, “I’m counting the moments that feel warm.” Years later, as an old man, he said he had counted enough warmth to carry him through any darkness. His journals inspired others to measure life not by years, but by moments that make the heart glow.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Lake That Sang Only at Midnight
A calm lake remained silent by day, but at midnight, it hummed gently. Those who listened heard melodies that matched their deepest truths. A young musician sat at its edge nightly, learning tunes he believed came from spirits. When he became famous, he returned to thank the lake. He found it silent, as if saying: “You no longer need me. You’ve found your own music.”
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
The Window That Looked Into Tomorrow
In a small cottage, a peculiar window reflected the next day instead of the current one. Visitors saw glimpses of future emotions—smiles, arguments, reconciliations. A couple seeking answers looked into the window and saw themselves older, still holding hands. Reassured, they lived their days with more tenderness. The window cracked years later, having given all the guidance it could.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
Wally The Wombat Gets Lost
One day Wally the Wombat went out for a walk. He was having so much fun exploring that he didn’t pay any attention to which way he was going. All of a sudden he realized that it was starting to get dark and he didn’t know where he was.
By Nick Westerman2 months 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 GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
Simon Duke and his Puddle of Puke
There was nothing very special about Simon Duke. He wasn’t a tall kid, but he wasn’t short either. He wasn’t a fat kid, but he wasn’t thin either. And he wasn’t a good student, but he wasn’t a bad student either. All in all Simon was pretty much the one kid in Year 4 at Wilson’s Heath Primary who was just like any other kid, except for one thing. He was something of an entrepreneur.
By Nick Westerman2 months ago in Chapters
Steven Dench and his Horrible Stench & Tracy Shrink and her Awful Stink
There was something very special about Steven Dench. He was tall whereas other kids were short. He was thin whereas other kids were fat. And he was a good student whereas other kids were not. In fact of all the kids in Year 2 at Wilson’s Heath Primary, Steven was the one kid who was universally admired by all the other kids and all the teachers.
By Nick Westerman2 months ago in Chapters
Jimmy McGrue And His Big Bucket Of Goo
There was nothing very special about Jimmy McGrue. He wasn’t a tall kid, but he wasn’t short either. He wasn’t a fat kid, but he wasn’t thin either. And he wasn’t a good student, but he wasn’t a bad student either. In fact, of all the kids in Year 2 at Wilson’s Heath Primary, Jimmy was the one kid who was just like any other kid.
By Nick Westerman2 months ago in Chapters
