Fan 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
Clearance
Thursday came with a familiar pulse. The buses rolled through their route. Children waited at the corner with their collars raised while frost shifted under the first steps across the grass. The bakery warmed before sunrise and emptied by midday. Teenagers crossed the park and carried their noise through the cold air. Leaves broke under their feet. Main Street held its usual pace. A man worked holiday lights onto the post office. The city crew filled a pothole. Mrs. Alvarez swept her doorway and said her daughter earned her license. I told her it was good news and kept going.
By Fatal Serendipity2 months ago in Fiction
⚖️ The Trial of Nothing at All 🕳️
The summons arrived like a bad omen. Folded into a crisp white envelope, slipped under Rowan’s apartment door sometime between the dawn traffic and the neighbor’s dog barking at ghosts. The paper was heavy, official, the kind that made your stomach flip even before you read a single word. At the top, in blocky lettering that looked far too confident in itself, were the words:
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The King and the Swift One
Deep in the heart of a vast green forest lived a mighty lion named Arion. His golden mane glowed like fire under the sun, and his roar echoed for miles. All the creatures feared him—not merely because he was strong, but because he believed that fear was the only way a king could rule. Arion walked with pride, believing that no animal dared to stand equal to him.
By darus sahil2 months ago in Fiction
The Observer Effect
Dr. Aris Thorne’s mission was one of pure, academic observation. Her destination: a Neolithic settlement in Northern Europe, 3000 BCE. The date: the Autumn Equinox. Her goal: to finally document the undisrupted "Rite of Balance," a ceremony where ancient druids were said to harmonize the dying sun with the coming dark, ensuring a mild winter. It was the holy grail of temporal anthropology.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Rainy Season Story. AI-Generated.
The Corn Seller's Journey It was the beginning of the rainy season in a small, rural village tucked away between rolling hills and green fields. The air was thick with moisture, and the scent of wet earth filled the atmosphere. The once-dusty roads had transformed into muddy tracks, making it difficult for villagers to walk without getting their feet soaked. Yet, despite the discomfort brought by the rain, there was a certain peace in the air—an unspoken beauty in how nature seemed to cleanse everything.
By Bilal Mohammadi2 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Heart
No one knew how old the Great Oak was, or who had first discovered its secret. The tree stood at the heart of the woods, a gnarled giant with a hollow in its trunk so large a child could crawl inside. But it wasn't empty. It was a library. Not for books, but for feelings. They called it the Whispering Heart.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
