Children's Fiction

The Man Who Traded Echoes
A man collected echoes from valleys and cliffs, claiming each echo returned slightly wiser. People traded him cries, confessions, even laughter. When he finally listened to his own echo, it said gently, “You have carried others’ truths—now carry your own.” He sat down and cried, hearing his echo hug him back.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Bridge That Grew Longer at Night
A wooden bridge stretched across a river but extended itself at night for lost travelers. Each step on the nighttime bridge showed memories of moments where life could have changed. At dawn, the bridge returned to its normal size, leaving travelers with the wisdom they needed to choose differently.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Night Market of Forgotten Joys
Every full moon, a secret market appeared selling items people had forgotten: laughter, childhood wonder, restful sleep. A woman bought a jar of “genuine peace” and opened it slowly at home, letting the warmth spread through her. The next morning, the market vanished—but the peace remained.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Boy Who Could Hear Sad Snow
A boy heard emotions inside snowflakes. Each snowfall carried whispers: regret, joy, longing. One winter, the snow fell silent. He searched the town until he found a girl crying alone—her sadness so deep it muted the sky. He sat beside her, listening. As she spoke her truth, the snow regained its quiet music. The world, once again, could feel.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Orchestra of Invisible Instruments
In a hidden amphitheater, musicians played instruments that could not be seen. They relied solely on memory and emotion to produce sound. Their concerts moved audiences to tears—not because of perfection, but because listeners heard their own memories in each note. It was rumored the instruments became visible only when someone finally forgave themselves.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Clockmaker’s Garden
A clockmaker tired of repairing time built a garden where plants grew at different speeds. Some blossomed instantly; others took decades. People visited to understand their own pace. Impatient hearts sat beside slow-growing flowers and learned stillness. Rushed minds watched instant blooms fade quickly and learned caution. In the center grew a single fragile seedling that refused to grow. It blossomed only when a grieving woman watered it with her tears, realizing healing isn’t instinctive—it’s nurtured.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Girl Who Collected Endings
A girl roamed the world collecting endings—unfinished songs, incomplete letters, abandoned dreams. She kept them in jars labeled with fading words. One winter, she opened all her jars at once, releasing incomplete hopes into the sky. They transformed into shooting stars, each returning to the person who once abandoned it. Across the world, people woke with newfound clarity, ready to finish what they once stopped. And somewhere, the girl smiled, her empty jars shimmering with possibility.
By GoldenSpeech2 months 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 2 months ago in Chapters
The Sky That Forgot How to End
One day, the horizon vanished. The sky expanded endlessly downward, merging with the earth. People panicked, unable to tell where anything began or ended. But a quiet child touched the air and smiled: “Maybe boundaries were always illusions.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Shepherd of Wandering Shadows
A shepherd herded shadows across the twilight plateau. When asked why, he answered: “Even the shapeless need direction.” One day his own shadow fled, tired of imitation. The shepherd let it go. “Freedom begins when even your shadow learns to wander.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Desert That Sang People’s Names
The dunes whispered every traveler’s name in voices they didn’t recognize. Some heard themselves as children; others heard the elders they had not yet become. No one left unchanged. The desert taught them: “You are more than the version of yourself you cling to.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Village That Lived Inside a Breath
A mystical village existed inside the duration of a single inhale. People lived entire lifetimes, unaware that their world ended with every exhale of the sleeping giant who unknowingly breathed them. When one villager discovered the truth, he told no one. Instead, he sought meaning inside an impermanent universe. When the breath ended, he smiled. “What is brief can still be vast.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters