Fan Fiction

The Catalog of Forgotten Things
My job is, officially, the most boring job in the city. I am an Inventory Specialist for the Municipal Records Annex, which is just a pretentious way of saying I count boxes and make sure they match the number on the shelf. The Annex is a cold, dehumidified tomb of forgotten paperwork—old property deeds, decommissioned zoning maps, and decades of defunct library membership cards. My workspace is a small, gray cubicle next to a humming industrial air purifier; my soundtrack is the faint, rhythmic squeak of steel shelving under a heavy load.
By Murad Ali Shah2 months ago in Fiction
🌲 Out of the Woods
The night the trees started whispering my name, I knew something had shifted. The forest didn’t do that for everyone. Some folks could walk beneath its tangled canopy for a lifetime and hear nothing but wind. Others, like me, got claimed. Gathered up. Folded in. I guess that’s what happens when you grow up at the edge of a place locals call “the maze with a pulse.”
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Pumpkin Patch Proxy War
The Harrington Hollow Pumpkin Patch was a symphony of autumn bliss, but to Chloe, it was a battlefield. The enemy was her entire social media feed, which was currently a barrage of flawless family photos: the Johnsons in matching flannel, the Chen twins artistically dwarfed by a giant pumpkin, the Millers sipping cider with golden-hour light haloing their perfectly tousled hair.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
Letters from Nova — The Last Echo of Time. AI-Generated.
Letter I — The First Spark My dearest Alaric, I remember the first moment our eyes met — the world stood still. You didn’t notice it, but the rain outside froze midair. I felt the seconds hesitate, waiting for you to breathe again. That’s when I realized — you weren’t just a man who fixed clocks. You were a man who made time feel.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
🌘 The Echo in the Crowd
Introduction Sometimes the universe throws you a curveball so wild that your brain refuses to file it under anything ordinary. It doesn’t matter how grounded you think you are. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve told yourself you’re done replaying old memories like a scratched playlist. There are moments that grab you by the collar and say hey, sit down, we’re doing this again.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Greenhouse
The Ghost in the Greenhouse When Science Meets the Supernatural, the Roots of Truth Run Deep Dr. Elara Voss had never believed in ghosts. A woman of science, she trusted in chlorophyll, carbon cycles, and the silent genius of photosynthesis. When she accepted the post at the Aurelia Conservatory a sprawling tropical greenhouse built deep within the Amazon basin she thought it would be a quiet retreat from the noise of academia. A sanctuary where she could study rare, endangered flora without the politics of funding or the interruptions of city life.
By Farooq Hashmi2 months ago in Fiction
The Message That Arrived After My Death
When Liam’s phone buzzed at 3:17 a.m., he thought it was just another spam notification. He almost ignored it—until he noticed the sender’s name glowing in the dark:
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov Wagner Moura Series
Inside Stanislav Kondrashov’s take on how Moura’s fearless storytelling redefines what it means to “be real” on screen. Have you ever watched an actor so completely disappear into a role that you forgot you were watching a performance at all?
By Stanislav Kondrashov2 months ago in Fiction
The Night of Unbroken Embers
A story about the rituals we inherit, the ones we break, and the ones that quietly reshape us The fire waited for her. It always did. A circle of stones, a stack of cedar, the scent of old smoke clinging to the wind. And Mara standing at the edge of it all, her fists tight in the sleeves of her coat, her breath forming little ghosts in the cold.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home
When Anna came the clock in the platform had struck eleven. It was now the evening before midnight and the station was almost deserted--only a janitor sweeping the floor covered with tiles, and a man sleeping on a bench. The cold made her breath cloudy as she stood looking down the tracks and their lines of silver becoming lost in the fog.
By Nusuki2 months ago in Fiction
The Oracle in the Gutter
Elara’s world was one of zoning laws, traffic-flow charts, and demographic projections. As a senior city planner, her job was to build the future with concrete and data. She was good at it. But she was also deeply, secretly disheartened. Her models always ended the same way: more grey, more density, more slow, grinding entropy.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Choice Defect
The first thought that hit Owen Gray that morning wasn’t particularly rebellious. It was something small, almost trivial: I don’t want to go to work.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction