Riff's Awakening
by Leandro Resende Gomes
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Leandro Resende Gomes
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Epigraph
"Man, created in the image of God, shares, by his work, in the activity of the Creator." Saint John Paul II
Synopsis
A short story about the gift of being able to create.
Acknowledgments
To the dear friends who are using RIffable, offering valuable tips and helping me build this project.
Dedication
To God and to my dear family!
Author's note
I hope this small work inspires you to turn your ideas into concrete creations!
Published on August 2, 2026 · Riffable
In a distant world, where everything was very quiet and empty, there lived .
was someone brimming with ideas, but who spent nearly all of their time doing absolutely nothing.
Ideas came, knocked on the door, swirled around him… but nothing grew in that place.
Until one day, a seed fell right on top of his head.
De primeiro, Riff ficou quieto. Depois, coçou a cabeça. Nessa hora, algo incrível aconteceu.
The little seed sprouted right there, on top of 's head, letting out a musical note he had never heard before.
Frightened, went to a lake to see his reflection. Where before there had been only his wavy hair, a small golden leaf now grew, seeming to wave at him in the breath of the wind.
That was when he noticed a woman standing nearby, watching everything from the very start.
She had curly hair and a wide-open smile on her face.
The woman approached and, without saying a word, dropped another seed onto his head. Her gaze was now fixed on the top of the young man's head, as if awaiting something that was about to happen.
The second seed sprouted quickly, releasing a different note, deeper, that curled around the first as if they were old friends.
The woman laughed softly.
The two notes danced together in the air.
felt something strange and warm spread inside him. For the first time he felt the pleasure of watching something take shape.
It was as if small fragments of a sleeping song were awakening in the depths of his chest.
quickly realized something was missing, the song wasn't complete.
The woman seemed to understand what was going on inside . So, before he could say a word, she pointed toward the horizon.
Far off, other people were approaching, each one carrying a small seed in their hands.
understood.
An idea alone was just a note.
But when someone else carried it forward, a song was born.
And, that morning, the world stopped being quiet and empty.
Because a tiny seed turned into a note.
And many notes turned into a beautiful composition.
The end!
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