Cliffhanger

A Call for Help. Top Story - December 2025. Content Warning.
"I want to kill myself." The tremble in the voice showed the emergency of the emotion, but was too subtle for most to notice. The man was stressed and had trouble showing his emotions in a typical way - as if there is such a concept as typical or normal.
By The Schizophrenic Momabout a month ago in Chapters
The Sky Weaver
A wanderer climbed the tallest cliff each sunrise to weave clouds out of dreams shed during the night. People who awoke after restless sleep often noticed that the morning sky carried faint traces of their forgotten wishes—pink threads of hope, blue streaks of fear, golden patches of longing.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
Tribulation Bay Chapter SIX
Miss McGrudibeggar strutted down the aisle of the church like a peacock that was in heat. She wore an over-sized feather hat that had so many feathers on it calling it overkill would be the understatement of the year. One obnoxiously long feather hung down the back of the hat giving the appearance of a cat's tail. On her ears were large emerald earrings that swung about hypnotically as she moved about. As for her dress, it was straight out of the Victorian era website with blue trim. People turned to her, not in awe of her get-up but in near disgust. Most others wore less ornate clothes like jeans and a golf shirt. “Am I the only one here who cares about how they dress for Church?”
By Timothy E Jonesabout a month ago in Chapters
The Desert That Held Frozen Lightning
Travelers discovered bolts of lightning suspended mid-air, frozen in the vast desert. Scholars claimed it was a natural anomaly. But a nomad whispered, “This is what happens when a decision is never made.” Each bolt symbolized a moment paused forever. Some travelers felt inspired to act; others feared being frozen themselves. The desert became a monument to indecision—and a catalyst for movement.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Statue That Slowly Became Human
A statue carved in eternal sorrow stood at the edge of a plaza. Those who passed felt compelled to speak their vulnerabilities to it, as if the stone could absorb their confessions. Over centuries, its features softened. One day, it exhaled dust and stepped down from its pedestal, now fully human. The first words it whispered were, “Thank you for giving me your truths. They taught me how to live.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Universe Written on a Single Leaf
A philosopher discovered a leaf with veins forming patterns identical to star maps. He spent years studying it, realizing the design wasn’t coincidence but a reminder: the universe is not out there—it is in everything, even the smallest sliver of matter. When the leaf eventually decayed, the philosopher smiled instead of mourning. “Infinity,” he said, “doesn’t disappear. It only changes form.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Bridge That Led Nowhere
A bridge stood over a still lake, connecting one patch of land to nothing at all. Travelers who crossed it found themselves stopping midway, unsure why. Some said the air felt heavier; others said it felt lighter. Elders explained that the bridge was not meant to take people somewhere but to remind them that not every step in life needs a destination. Many walked to the middle, stood in silence, and returned with clarity they didn’t know they were missing.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Forest That Listened Back
In a hidden woodland, trees whispered replies when humans spoke from the heart. Confessions made leaves tremble; gratitude brightened bark. One traveler swore he asked the forest what he truly feared, and the wind answered by guiding him to a clearing filled with light. Since then, wanderers enter the forest not to escape the world, but to understand it.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Atelier of Lost Colors
A reclusive painter used no paint; instead, he captured colors directly from people’s emotions. Joy created bright golds. Sorrow formed rich blues. One visitor carried an emotion unheard of — a blend of longing and courage. The painter mixed it into a hue never seen before. When shown the final artwork, she cried — for it was the color of her healing.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Storm That Lost Its Thunder
A storm crossed the desert silently. Lightning flashed, but thunder never followed. A nomad said the storm had lost its rage. When a young wanderer stood beneath it and screamed her own anger into the sky, thunder exploded above her. The storm roared again, finding its voice through her pain. She walked on healed, knowing that some storms simply mirror the hearts beneath them.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
Firebug: Chapter 6 - The Party
To say Theo was anxious about going to Chris' party was a laughable understatement. He was utterly bricking it on the ride over, calculating the odds of surviving a leap from a moving car. Part of him was actually considering it; the numbers were in his favor, and his maths were never wrong. All that changed when he heard a deep sigh from his left.
By Natalie Gray2 months ago in Chapters
The Day Gravity Let Go
On a quiet morning, gravity loosened its grip. People floated inches above the ground, furniture drifted gently upward, and rivers shimmered with suspended droplets. Children laughed as they kicked off the earth, delighted by weightlessness. Adults panicked, clinging to anything stable. One woman released her fear and allowed herself to drift freely. In the air, she realized how much of life she’d spent clinging—clinging to certainty, to routine, to old pain. After hours of silence and floating, gravity returned with a soft thud. People stumbled as they reacquainted themselves with weight. But the floating woman landed gracefully, carrying a new truth: freedom is not the lack of gravity—it is the courage to stop holding on.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters