The Echo That Became a Voice
Repetition Transforming Into Identity
An echo trapped in a canyon grew tired of repeating what others said. One night, after centuries of imitation, it tried something new — it spoke a word of its own. The canyon trembled with surprise. Travelers later reported hearing a strange voice calling out truths they needed to hear, not ones they wanted. The echo had become a teacher.
About the Creator
Keep reading
More stories from GoldenSpeech and writers in Chapters and other communities.
The Painter of Possibilities
A painter abandoned landscapes and portraits, choosing instead to paint pure possibilities. His canvases shimmered strangely, shifting depending on who looked at them. Some saw a road they might take; others saw love they hadn’t yet found. The painter never explained his technique. He simply said the future is always waiting for someone to notice it.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
Immortal Hate, Chapter One
It was the time-interval when a space-conurbation’s artificial sky stained everything beneath with its luridness. After the moisture-purge, the last of the atmospheric condensation roiled overhead in vast formations of mustard and sulphur. By now it was too late in the diurnal round to think of regaining simulated day. Elongated polygons of light were already spilling from shopfronts and windows, etching their pattern on streets darkening and damp. At the far end of one, a small nightclub stood.
By Doc Sherwoodabout 17 hours ago in Chapters
Public Announcement Challenge Winners
For the Public Announcement Challenge, writers were asked to work inside voices built for control. These were notices, warnings, and updates meant to inform rather than confess. The strongest entries committed to that form and didn't break from it. Corporate memos, formal government alerts, and internal policy language were held consistently, allowing emotion, fear, grief, or humor to surface indirectly through pressure rather than declaration. The following poems recognize the voice of authority, and let human feeling slip through despite all its rules and restraint.
By Vocal Curation Teamabout 7 hours ago in Resources
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.