Fan Fiction
The Friend I Tried (and Failed) to Hide 🌑🕊️
I’ve always lived my life like it came with instruction manuals. I follow rules, I read labels, I sort my socks by color. If you’d asked my family to describe me, they would’ve said words like dependable and organized and maybe just a little too predictable.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Museum of the Lost Girls Life
Marie Wildapple spent the first ten summers of her childhood cradled in Veilwood Valley — a place where the air always seemed to shimmer with secrets, and sunlight slipped through the leaves as if it had somewhere important to go.
By waseem khan2 months ago in Fiction
ECHOES OF MISUNDERSTANDING. AI-Generated.
The late afternoon sun spilled warm orange light across Hoshizora High School, painting the courtyard in long shadows. Students laughed, chattered, and slowly filtered out of the gate, eager to escape another day of classes.
By forhad hossain2 months ago in Fiction
🔄 The Habit My Old Self Would Never Believe
If someone had told the old me — the version who lived on autopilot, who avoided change like it was a contagious illness, who clung to comfort zones like they were lifelines — that one day I’d be the kind of person who woke up before sunrise on purpose, I would’ve laughed so hard I’d choke on my own disbelief.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Almanac's Whisper
For generations, the Thornfield Farm yield was the envy of the valley. Their secret wasn’t just skill; it was the Almanac. It wasn’t the mass-produced kind. This was a thick, leather-bound tome, handwritten by every Thornfield heir since 1782. Its predictions were uncanny: “Plant after the oak leaf unfurls, but before the swallow returns,” or “A hard rain will come on the second day when the wind smells of wet stone.” It spoke not in dates, but in signs. It was magic, plain and simple.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
🌅 When My Certainty Broke Open
There are days when you wake up feeling carved out of conviction. Like every thought in your head has solidified overnight into something unshakeable. That was me. I rolled out of bed wrapped in one fierce belief, and it marched beside me like an impatient shadow.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Witch Stopped Waiting”
They said she haunted the forest long before the village ever existed. Some said that she had walked the earth for centuries, untouched by time. Others believed she was already dead, a wandering spirit wearing the memory of a woman's face. But the truth was far simpler, and far sadder: she was waiting.
By iftikhar Ahmad2 months ago in Fiction
The Abandoned Puzzle Room
The abandoned Puzzle Room has been abandoned for years. Many years. I’m too old it seems. I use to play on it. I’m now 521/2years younger old. It was closed down very years prior to people’s who just gave up. Gave up on life!! They throw it everywhere. Too me, there were many signs. Always I used to sneak out and go down there. I found it. It used to be my refuge place. A place where I’d add to pictorial visuals. I always said I would one day put the world back together. And I sure could keep it secretly to this day.
By Rachael Frazier2 months ago in Fiction
Secret confines
I feel like a fool. Worse than a fool. Beyond a shadow of a doubt I am the stupidest, most idiotic, most dumb, most—- You get the idea. I won’t get up to face the day anymore. I know everyone has tried so hard to help me, cheer me up. The problem is, I refuse to be cheered up. I really hate that feeling because Humboldt cheered me up for anything.
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Gathered Stars. AI-Generated.
The village of Arindale slept beneath a sky so wide and clear that the stars looked close enough to touch. Every night, the wind carried the smell of wild lavender across the hills, and the silence felt soft, like a blanket laid gently over the earth. On the edge of the village stood a crooked house with a roof shaped like a bent hat. Inside lived a twelve-year-old boy named Lio, who had a strange habit of wandering outside long after everyone else had gone to sleep.
By Amelia Harris2 months ago in Fiction
