Fan Fiction

Japan's Stand Against the Unknown Quake
Japan has long been known as a country shaped by discipline, preparedness, and unshakable resilience. But in this fictional account, the nation faces a new kind of threat a mysterious seismic pattern that behaves unlike anything ever recorded. What follows is a story of rapid action, national unity, and the strength of a nation that refuses to stand still.
By Akmal95Jrabout a month ago in Fiction
Potter and the night
Potter and the night I am Philoxenos, son of the potter. I work in the market of Athens. In this tale, you will find it unbelievable, but the events happened.
By BHUMIabout a month ago in Fiction
The Halazia Chronicles
Spring had come quietly to the Han River. Not the bright, loud kind. The kind that arrived in small changes Wooyoung only noticed because he spent so many evenings here.
By Guia Noconabout a month ago in Fiction
DAUGHTER OF THE UNBROKEN THREAD
In every version of the old myths, the Fates are three: Clotho spins, Lachesis measures, and Atropos cuts. Three sisters weave the destiny of gods and mortals alike.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
THE IRON SILHOUETTE
The Eastbridge River had seen many things—mostly the wrong things—but nothing like the night Luca Varrano’s body floated to shore.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
THE LAST SANCTUARY OF NEON SKY
No one alive remembered the real color of the sky. Official history, as recorded by the Ministry of Perspective, stated that Earth’s atmosphere had always shimmered in neon hues—pulsing blues, electric greens, and streaks of violent pink that twisted like serpents across the heavens. Anyone who questioned it was, by definition, “Factually Distorted,” and removed for “Cognitive Rehabilitation.”
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
THE QUIET WOMAN ACROSS THE HALL
I first noticed her on a wet Tuesday morning, the kind of morning when the city felt permanently exhausted. She stood in the narrow hallway of our apartment building, staring at the wall as if deciphering invisible handwriting. A pale woman, tall and thin, with dark circles under her eyes that suggested she hadn’t slept in days.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
When We Found the Sky Again
The first day the sun returned to Crestfall Valley was the day Aiden met Liora. For ninety-three days, the valley had been swallowed by winter fog — a thick, silver curtain that dimmed every morning and turned every night into a blur of shadows. The people of Crestfall called it the Long Haze, the kind of phenomenon that only happened once every few decades. Crops froze, windows stayed closed, and most folks kept their heads down, counting the days until the sky reappeared.
By Zidaneabout a month ago in Fiction
Broken Wings
Sasha "Sash" Torres stared at her phone, heart hammering in her chest. The news flashed across the screen—Mara "M" Williams found dead in alley, overdose suspected. The words hit like a physical blow, and she felt the room tilt around her, the floor beneath her feet becoming a distant memory.
By Aarsh Malikabout a month ago in Fiction
The Child Who Dreamed in Color
Mira was born in a world that had forgotten color. People spoke of red, blue, and gold the way elders spoke of myths—softly, wistfully, as if afraid the words might break. Generations ago, the sky had faded to a permanent gray, buildings had lost their brightness, and even flowers grew in dull, lifeless shades. No one knew why it happened. It simply did, the way seasons change or rivers dry.
By Hanif Ullah about a month ago in Fiction
When Fiction Feels Like Friendship: How Sophie Kinsella Writes the Messy Hearts We Hide
There are writers who entertain us for a few hours, and then there are writers who quietly slip into our lives and stay. Sophie Kinsella often feels like that second kind. Her stories are light on the surface, but they carry the small truths we rarely say out loud. The longing to be understood. The guilt of not having life figured out. The wish for someone to see the good in us even when we make a mess of everything. Many readers discover her during a difficult season and find a kind of soft comfort in her pages. This piece explores why her work speaks to so many people, and why her novels continue to feel like familiar friends even as life grows heavier and more complicated.
By Muqadas khanabout a month ago in Fiction
THE STARLESS MARK
Kade Thornwild never believed in destiny. Not the kind that chose people, at least. In his experience, destiny only chose the loud, the brave, or the ones foolish enough to run toward danger instead of away from it.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction