Fan Fiction
THE ART OF BEING SEEN
Aisha Rahim always believed that blending in was the safest way to survive senior year. Walk quickly. Nod politely. Keep your grades high and your expectations low. At Crownbridge High, where reputations formed faster than rumors and spread twice as far, being invisible felt like a shield.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
🕶️✨ The Invitation No One Was Supposed to See
Arden wasn’t the sort of person who received mysterious envelopes. Their life was the steady kind, measured in quiet mornings, safe routines, and a deep commitment to avoiding anything that smelled even remotely like trouble. They worked at a modest historical archive where the wildest excitement might be the discovery of a mislabeled folio from 1912 or a researcher asking to stay past closing.
By Karl Jacksonabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last Ember of Aravelle
Aravelle had always been a kingdom of fire. Not destructive fire—but living flame. The ancient Emberstone at the heart of the capital city, Solinaris, glowed with an eternal light that warmed crops, filled the sky with a soft golden haze, and kept the darkness of the Netherdeep at bay. Children were taught that as long as the Ember burned, Aravelle would endure.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
The Threshold of Then
Elara found the door on a day when her present felt particularly thin. The maple tree at the edge of her property was ancient, its bark a geography of ridges and valleys. Today, in the low, slanting light of October, she saw the lines she’d always taken for natural cracks had formed a perfect rectangle. And within that rectangle, someone had long ago painted a simple, weathered green door, complete with a tiny brass knob that was just flecks of ochre paint.
By Habibullahabout a month ago in Fiction
Beneath the Willow Sky
The summer I turned sixteen was the year everything changed—though change rarely announces itself with fanfare. Mine arrived quietly, as the warm breeze that brushed through the willow leaves behind our old neighborhood library. That willow tree was where I spent nearly every afternoon: reading, pretending to study, avoiding my mother’s sharp questions about my future, and thinking about everything and nothing at once.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
Halloween
Myers reached out his hand and pulled Laurie into the compactor. He crawled out and they charged at him, but he was gone in a flash. The citizens of Haddonfield let out a collective gasp. There were whispers and gaping mouths. He was not human. He had vanished in front of Laurie back in 1978. This hinted at his supernatural nature, but no one wanted to admit that.
By DJ Robbinsabout a month ago in Fiction
PART III — THE SHADOW IN THE LANTERN
The floating platform buckled beneath Kael as the shadow beasts swarmed, their serpentine forms weaving through the shattered walkways like rivers of living night. The air thickened with magic—wild, unstable, electric.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
PART II — THE SKY THAT REMEMBERS
The instant Kael and Elara stepped through the star-lit arch, the ground vanished beneath their feet. Wind roared around them. Colors bled like liquid starlight, swirling in impossible shapes—spirals of violet flame, rivers of gold flowing upward, fragments of constellations drifting like snow.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
THE LANTERN OF THE LAST SKY
Wind curled like silver ribbons along the cliffs of Asterfall, carrying scents of pine, cold stone, and something older—something the villagers only whispered about when night grew too still. As dawn painted the sky in molten rose, Kael Rowan, apprentice mapmaker, sat on the highest rock ledge with his boots dangling over the abyss.
By Alisher Jumayevabout a month ago in Fiction
