Fan Fiction

The Clockmaker’s Heir. AI-Generated.
The world had changed. Cities no longer slept under stars — they hummed under neon skies and digital light. People didn’t wear watches anymore; they wore time like software, implanted beneath their skin.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Heart. AI-Generated.
In the center of a forgotten town stood a little shop called Harrow & Timepieces, its wooden sign creaking softly in the wind.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
Beside The Sea
Introduction: The Song of Return Every summer, the same wind drifted across the coast, salted and whispering like a secret too old to be kept. It carried the faint melody of gulls and a memory that refused to fade. For Maren Ellis, that melody was a ghost — a haunting tune she’d once sung with him, years ago, before the sea took what it wanted.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Keeper of Midnight. AI-Generated.
The town of Ravenhollow was known for two things — its fog that never lifted, and the lighthouse that never went dark. Perched on the cliffs like a guardian angel turned to stone, it had watched over the sea for more than two centuries.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Price of the Aesthetic
For Elara, Dark Academia wasn’t just a style; it was a religion. She didn’t just design rooms; she curated sanctuaries for the intellectual soul. Her signature was a perfect, brooding blend of mahogany bookshelves, cracked leather armchairs, vintage globes, and the lingering scent of old paper and ambition. Her clients were wealthy professionals who wanted to look like they’d inherited a library from a 19th-century Oxford don.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Game Night
It started like it always did—on a Friday evening, the scent of popcorn in the air and the hum of a storm building somewhere beyond the neighborhood.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Runner-Up Heart
It started the same way it always did—another celebration she wasn’t the star of. The applause bounced around the auditorium walls, thick and heavy with the kind of excitement that never seemed to have her name on it. Amelia Cross smiled anyway, the same polite, tight-lipped smile she’d perfected over years of finishing second.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
Maria Eyison . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
When a young writer inherits a crumbling seaside estate, she expects silence and solitude - not the haunting whispers of a woman lost to time.
By Maria Mensah 2 months ago in Fiction
The Perfect Match Was a Ghost
Leo’s dating life was a graveyard. A silent, digital graveyard filled with one-word replies, vanished matches, and the haunting phrase “Seen 8:42 PM.” He was considering deleting the “Spark” app for good when a new match notification popped up.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The City That Forgot Its Name
No one remembers when the city forgot its name. It happened quietly — the way sunsets fade or laughter dies in an empty room. One morning, the street signs were blank, the maps were white, and the people simply… went on.
By sunaam khan2 months ago in Fiction
From Bullied Kid To Muscle Icon: How Sylvester Stallone Built His Physique And Rewrote His Identity
A face that made him a target Before he was the iron jaw of Rocky or the shredded frame of Rambo, actor Sylvester Stallone was the kid other children laughed at.
By Flip The Movie Script2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter from Nowhere
M Mehran The letter arrived on a Thursday — the kind of day that sits quietly between the noise of the week. No sender name. No return address. Just her name: “Lena Morris.”
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Fiction