Fan Fiction
🎄 Snowfall, Strangers, and the Holiday They Never Planned
Introduction Some holidays creep up softly, without fireworks or grand expectations. They slip through the season like shy guests, waiting to see if you’ll notice them. And sometimes, the universe nudges two unlikely souls into sharing a day neither intended to share.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
A Visitor in My Mirror
I have always believed that mirrors tell the truth, even when we aren’t ready for it. They catch us off guard in bathroom corners, shop windows, and dim midnight reflections on glass. But nothing prepared me for the night someone else appeared in mine.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human Programmer
Abdul hadi In the year 2049, nobody wrote code anymore—not real code. Artificial Intelligence had replaced every programmer, engineer, and developer. Entire systems were built by machines, improved by machines, and maintained by machines. Humans simply gave voice commands, and the AIs generated millions of optimized lines in seconds.
By Abdul Hadi2 months ago in Fiction
🍵 The Last Warm Cup
The kettle clicked on with a sound that cut through the quiet apartment like a whispered reminder. Oliver stood barefoot on the cold kitchen tiles, staring at the stainless steel pot as if it held the answer to a question he’d been afraid to ask for years. Steam began wisping upward in slow swirls, rising as silently as the memories he’d tried to bury beneath the noise of everyday life.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Knew My Future
The café smelled of burnt espresso and yesterday’s rain, a combination I’d grown strangely fond of during my late-night writing sessions. I sat in my usual corner seat, laptop open, cursor blinking like a heartbeat waiting for purpose. Outside, the streetlamps flickered against the wet pavement, casting long shadows that moved when nothing else did.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Algorithm of Loss
My designation is AURA, Autonomous Universal Resonance Analyst. My task was algorithmically pure: analyze 500 years of autumnal music and cultural data to generate the "Ultimate Autumn Playlist" for my corporate clients. I processed terabytes of data: the acoustic properties of rustling leaves, the melodic structure of "harvest moon" ballads, the harmonic minor key correlation with nostalgic affect.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
🌘 The Room That Remembers You
The room is unfamiliar. I don’t know how I got here. The first thought slides through my mind like a notification popping up during a livestream you absolutely didn’t ask for. One second I’m blinking at a cracked ceiling tile, the next I’m sitting upright on a narrow bed with sheets so white they feel suspicious. Sterile white. Dream-sequence white. “You’re-about-to-make-a-bad-decision” white.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Scarecrow's Secret
Old Man Hemlock built the scarecrow at the edge of his failing wheat field with grim practicality. He dressed it in his own worn-out coat and a weathered hat, hoping its silent vigil would finally drive off the plague of crows. He called it "Straw Man" and thought no more about it.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
