Denouement
The Garden of Unfinished Dreams
Behind an old gate lay a garden where flowers never bloomed. Their buds remained tightly closed, waiting. When Rowan stepped inside, he felt his own unfinished dreams pulse beneath his ribs. The flowers leaned toward him. They bloomed only when he dared to say aloud the things he had always whispered. Every blossom was a truth made visible.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The City That Forgot to Wake
One morning the sun rose, but the city slept on. Not a door opened, not a footstep echoed. Cars waited. Birds paused mid-flight. Everything held its breath. Only Julian walked awake through streets frozen in perfect stillness. As he wandered, he saw dreams hovering above people like ghosts—dreams no one had pursued in years. He gathered them gently. When the city finally stirred hours later, Julian released the dreams like doves. And for the first time in decades, people looked up.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Well That Spoke of Stars
Children claimed the old well swallowed voices. But Mara heard whispers rising from the depths—soft, luminous sounds like distant galaxies calling her name. She lowered a lantern into the darkness, but instead of water, she saw stars reflecting impossible light. One by one, constellations drifted upward, forming stories she had forgotten. The well was not deep—it was infinite. When she closed the lid, she carried those stars in her chest, glowing whenever she dared to dream too small.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
The Girl Who Wrote in Ashes
She carried a small bowl of ashes everywhere she went—leftovers of homes she once knew. While others wrote with ink, she traced letters in gray dust on walls, on stone, on the ground. When the wind blew her words away, she smiled, for she knew meaning was not meant to stay. One morning, a child followed her, asking why she wrote knowing it would fade. She answered, “Because everything that burns teaches us how to begin again.” And the child understood, for her ashes left trails of hope behind her.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
Harvest of Memory. AI-Generated.
The world had forgotten how to remember. In the gleaming city of Aethel, memories were stored in cold servers, accessed with a thought, and discarded when they became inconvenient. But Elara remembered the old ways. In her small, cluttered cottage on the city's forgotten edge, she was the last Memory Keeper.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Chapters
The River of Mirrors
Each bend repeated a lifetime.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
