Children's Fiction
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
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 GoldenSpeech3 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 GoldenSpeech3 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 GoldenSpeech3 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 GoldenSpeech3 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 GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
