Cliffhanger
The Star Weaver
A solitary woman sat each night with a glowing loom, weaving patterns from starlight. Her tapestries showed stories of strangers: a fisherman’s bravery, a teacher’s kindness, a child’s curiosity. One evening, a young girl noticed her own life woven into the fabric—a future filled with courage she didn’t yet possess. The weaver smiled and whispered, “The stars only show what you already carry.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Mirror Library
A strange library contained only blank books. When someone opened one, words appeared describing a forgotten memory, a dream, or a hidden fear. A nervous boy picked up a book and watched as it filled with stories he’d never dared to speak aloud. Instead of frightening him, it comforted him—someone understood. The librarian whispered, “The library doesn’t reveal secrets. It gives them room to breathe.” When the boy left, his book stayed behind, slowly turning blank again, ready for the next reader.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 3: Peacock
Peacock Morning light broke gently across the forest as Kael and Arin followed a narrow path woven between towering ancient trees. Dew sparkled on the leaves like tiny crystals, and the air was cool enough to sting their lungs. It was the first time since their escape that Kael felt the world breathing again.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Chapters
The River That Refused to Flow Backward
A village begged a magical river to reverse its flow so they could relive happier days. The river answered by rising gently and whispering, “Water moves forward so hearts can too.” The villagers learned to honor memory without drowning in it. They built bridges not to the past, but toward each other.
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 Cloud That Fell in Love With a Mountain
A drifting cloud adored a lonely mountain. She brought shade on hot days, rain during droughts, and soft mist during harsh winters. But she could never stay long. The mountain, unmoving, admired her passing beauty. One day, the cloud condensed into eternal snow upon its peak. The mountain wore her forever, a crown of white devotion.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Postman of Silent Letters
An old postman delivered letters containing the words people couldn’t bring themselves to speak—apologies, confessions, secret gratitude. The letters had no senders, yet they always reached the right door. When he died, villagers discovered his journal: every letter was written by him after listening to hearts too heavy to speak. His final entry read: “I carried what they could not, until they were ready to carry themselves.”
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
The Mountain That Took a Breath
Once in a century, a giant mountain inhaled deeply, causing the entire valley to rise slightly. Those present swore they felt the earth’s ribcage expand. A young geologist stayed at its base for years, hoping to witness another breath. When it finally came, the mountain exhaled warmth toward her. She realized the world was alive in ways humans had forgotten to feel.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
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 Mom2 months 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 GoldenSpeech2 months 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 Jones2 months ago in Chapters
