Cliffhanger

The River That Flowed Backward at Dawn
Each morning, the river reversed briefly, refreshing its source. Progress included return.
By GoldenSpeech27 days ago in Chapters
The Horizon That Never Promised Arrival
The horizon stayed distant—not as failure, but as invitation. Life was not about reaching it, but walking honestly toward it.
By GoldenSpeech29 days ago in Chapters
The Silence That Followed Forgiveness
After forgiveness, nothing dramatic happened. No light. No sound. Just calm. Completion needs no spectacle.
By GoldenSpeech29 days ago in Chapters
The Book Written in Breaths
Each page appeared only when someone exhaled slowly. Rushed readers saw nothing. Patient ones read entire chapters. The book suggested life reveals itself at the pace we allow.
By GoldenSpeech29 days ago in Chapters
The Light That Cast No Shadow
A rare light illuminated everything without creating shadows. People felt exposed yet calm. Without contrast, fear dissolved. They understood that conflict arises from division, not illumination.
By GoldenSpeech29 days ago in Chapters
The Village That Borrowed Tomorrow
In a quiet valley, people could borrow one moment from their future when the present felt unbearable. A smile, a success, a peaceful evening. But when tomorrow arrived, that moment was missing. Slowly, the villagers learned the cost of rushing hope. Eventually, they stopped borrowing and began cultivating patience instead.
By GoldenSpeech30 days ago in Chapters
The Weight of the Falling Sky
Elias had been staring at the ceiling for hours. Not even a whisper from the old house, usually groaning and settling like a tired beast. Just the drip-drip of the faucet in the kitchen, a sound he’d meant to fix for weeks, now magnified to a thunderous percussion in the dead quiet. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, the cold floorboards a shock against his bare feet. Three o'clock. Or four. The glowing numbers on the digital clock blurred into a red smear. Sleep was a stranger tonight, a distant cousin who never bothered to visit.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Chapters
Tribulation Bay Chapter SEVEN
Lara pulled her little junker of a car which had celebrated its 25th birthday a while back, the car had all of its original parts, which you can tell was the case when she put her foot to the pedal and everything began to rattle around like a poorly conducted orchestra. Even though she was only 36, she looked like a woman that was a bit older than that.
By Timothy E Jonesabout a month ago in Chapters
A Mouthful of Midnight
Leo watched the late afternoon sun bleed out of the sky, dragging long shadows across the worn floorboards of his apartment. He hadn't bothered to turn on a light, just sat there, slumped on the beat-up armchair, a lukewarm cup of coffee gone cold beside him. The quiet was a living thing, thick and heavy, pressing in from every corner. It had been like this for weeks. Every day a slow fade, a dull ache behind his eyes.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Chapters
Firebug: Chapter 11 - The Truth. Top Story - December 2025.
"Sorry, Babe," Roman grinned, waving at Luna. "Wild ball! I've really gotta work on my... aim..." his grin faltered in surprise as his sentence petered off, but he screwed it back into place as quickly as he could.
By Natalie Grayabout a month ago in Chapters
Guardians of Knowledge. Top Story - December 2025.
1959 The Beginning Every attendee left the meeting sporting a similar look of resolve that no one had imagined possible during the days and months leading up to this secret conclave of the world’s ultra-wealthy and powerful. The only thing these members had in common was that they were excessively rich and powerful, and they wanted more of both. This gathering had been created to devise a way for them and their descendants to codify a system that would ensure their status and power far into the distant future. After extensive debate, the plan that was agreed upon was relatively simple.
By Mark Gagnonabout a month ago in Chapters
The Forest That Sang in Color
Once a month, deep in a hidden forest, the leaves changed color depending on sounds made within it. Hums turned leaves lavender, laughter made them golden, and silence turned them silver. A musician visited hoping to see the forest bloom. When she played her gentle melody, the trees erupted into colors she had no name for. She realized that the forest wasn’t reacting to sound—it was reacting to sincerity. Her music painted the sky because she played not to impress, but to connect with the world around her.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters