Fan 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
🌩️ The Storm I Thought I Understood 🌤️
I walked into that day carrying a conviction so heavy it almost had a heartbeat. You know the kind. The belief that feels welded to your bones. The sort you would argue for even if the ground dissolved beneath you. Mine was simple.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Horse of the Rising Dawn
The first rays of the rising dawn stretched across the quiet valley as Arman tightened the saddle on his young but spirited mare, Zaria. She was a snow-white beauty with sharp, intelligent eyes that reflected both innocence and strength. Arman had raised her since she was a foal, and in those years, she had become more than just a horse—she was his companion, his pride, and the heartbeat of his every journey.
By darus sahil2 months ago in Fiction
The Thursday Murder Society
The "Wellspring Oaks Retirement Village Thursday Book Club" had, for years, been a sedate affair dedicated to gentle historical fiction and benign bestsellers. That changed when sharp-tongued, former literature professor Martha took over as moderator. She introduced them to Dark Academia.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Light on Hollow Ridge
Elliot Granger had always been a collector of strange places. While most people traveled for beaches, food, or nightlife, he hunted for forgotten roads, abandoned towns, and eerie landmarks that never appeared on tourist maps. His friends in London called it ridiculous. His sister in New York called it dangerous. And his cousin in Sydney said, “Mate, one day you’ll find a place that doesn’t want to be found.”
By Iazaz hussain2 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Room
I had lived in my grandmother’s old house for six months before I gathered the courage to open the room at the end of the hallway. Every night I walked past it. Every morning I ignored it. The door was always closed, the key always cold, and the air around it always heavier than the rest of the house. My grandmother used to call it “the room that sleeps.” I never asked why. I never wanted to know.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of the Orchard
Elara didn’t believe in magic. She believed in deeds, in ledgers, and in the stubborn, overgrown apple orchard she had just inherited from a reclusive great-uncle. The house was a time capsule, the barn a leaning monument to neglect. But it was the land that called to her, a fresh start after her life in the city had turned to dust.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Memory Keeper's Map
The quilt was Elara’s inheritance, a heavy, beautiful weight passed down from her grandmother, Eleanor. It wasn't just a blanket; it was a tapestry of their family. Eleanor, a renowned baker, hadn't used patterns from a book. She’d used scraps from their lives. There was a square from Elara’s mother’s first-day-of-school dress, a swatch from her grandfather’s favorite woolen vest, and even a piece of the floral apron Eleanor always wore.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
