Children's Fiction

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 GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Path That Changed Shape
A forest path rearranged itself according to the walker’s true desire. A greedy man wandered in circles. A hopeful woman reached a clearing filled with light. A child discovered a creek that led home. The path revealed not where one wanted to go, but what one walked toward in their heart.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Candle That Kept Time
A candlemaker created candles that burned only during meaningful moments. A student’s candle glowed when she learned. A widow’s candle warmed when she remembered love. A lonely man’s candle refused to burn until he offered kindness to a stranger. From that moment, its flame never dimmed.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Mountain That Lowered Itself
Climbers said the mountain shrank during moments of pure intention. When a weary pilgrim attempted the ascent out of love rather than pride, the mountain softened, slopes easing, paths clearing. At the summit, he realized the mountain hadn’t changed — his heart had. What once felt insurmountable had become possible the moment he stopped climbing to conquer.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The River That Refused Reflection
A river in a forgotten valley showed not reflections, but possibilities. A girl saw herself as a musician, a healer, a wanderer. Unsure which to choose, she returned each season. The river always showed all paths — until the day she arrived ready to decide. Then the water finally reflected her face, smiling.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Silent Choir
On winter nights, villagers gathered in a chapel where no one sang aloud. Yet the air vibrated with harmonies that warmed the stone walls. A skeptic joined them once, confused by the stillness. Only when he closed his eyes did he hear it — a chorus of unspoken gratitude. He left the chapel changed, understanding that silence can be the loudest prayer.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Candle in the Depths
Divers told legends of a candle burning beneath the sea. Skeptics dove to prove it false, but one diver found it glowing gently amid ruins. When he approached, he saw the light reveal memories of every promise he’d ever broken. Overwhelmed, he swam to the surface and changed his life one vow at a time. Years later, he returned — and the candle finally went out, its purpose fulfilled.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Sleepless Mountain
A mountain never cast a shadow. Locals said it didn’t sleep long enough to let one form. Travelers who camped at its base reported dreams so vivid they woke with new purpose. One climber who feared failure spent a night there and dreamed of standing at the summit laughing. At dawn, the mountain finally cast a shadow — the first in centuries — stretching all the way to his feet. He climbed it with ease, understanding that sometimes a mountain waits for you to see yourself at the top before helping you rise.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Cloud Shepherd
A man walked the hills guiding clouds with a long staff. Villagers thought him peculiar until drought struck. He shaped clouds into rivers and forests, coaxing them toward the thirsty fields. One evening, a storm formed too quickly. Unable to guide it, the shepherd lifted his staff and stepped into the tempest. When the sky cleared, he was gone — but the clouds now moved gently across the region, as if remembering his touch. Children said he hadn’t vanished, only become part of the weather’s breath.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Map of Invisible Roads
An old cartographer created maps with no roads drawn. Travelers mocked them until one adventurer claimed the roads appeared only when one walked with intention. Skeptics followed him — and watched faint glowing paths materialize beneath his steps. When they doubted themselves, the paths vanished. When they believed in their direction, they reformed. The cartographer explained: “A map does not tell you where to go. It reveals where you’re ready to walk.”
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Rain That Fell Upward
For one hour each decade, rain in a remote village rose instead of falling. Farmers, children, elders — all stood beneath the ascending droplets. One girl asked her grandmother why it happened. The old woman smiled. “It teaches us that nothing is ever truly lost. Even tears find their way home.” The girl lifted her face, feeling dry drops touch her cheeks before floating upward. She realized then that even broken things can rise when they release their weight.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The House That Refused Locks
A peculiar house had doors that could never stay locked. No matter how often the residents tried, the keys rusted and the bolts slid open. Thieves avoided it, claiming it felt like trespassing in a place too honest to deceive. One family moved in, terrified of vulnerability, but over time they learned to live without barriers — emotional or physical. One evening the father whispered, “Maybe safety isn’t about shutting things out, but letting the right things in.” The house creaked in agreement.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters