Fan Fiction

The Last Love Letter
In the attic of a small, creaky house, tucked away in a forgotten corner of the world, lay a trunk filled with old letters. The letters were tied with a faded ribbon, the once-vibrant pink now dulled to a soft blush. The address on the top envelope read: "For My Beloved, Forever and Always".
By Muhammad Kashif 3 months ago in Fiction
The View from the Top
The city looked smaller from up here — all glitter and glass, like someone had scattered diamonds across black velvet. I stood on the balcony of my penthouse, the one I used to dream about when I was sleeping on a friend’s couch ten years ago. A champagne flute dangled from my fingers, bubbles rising like tiny ghosts. My phone buzzed every few seconds — messages from people congratulating me on the sale.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
“Flash Fiction Fridays”
Flash Fiction Fridays By [Ali Rehman] Every Friday evening, like clockwork, the small community of writers gathered online for “Flash Fiction Fridays.” It was a tradition born from a shared love of bite-sized stories — short tales packed with emotion, surprise, and meaning, each no longer than a few hundred words but heavy with impact.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
“Voices of the Creators”
Voices of the Creators By [Ali Rehman] In a small, sunlit café tucked away from the noisy streets of the city, a group of creators gathered once a month to share their stories — the stories behind their stories, the voices that shaped their art. They called it the “Voices of the Creators” series: intimate conversations that brought light to the hidden moments, the doubts, and the triumphs of those who create.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
“Whispers of the Unknown”
Whispers of the Unknown By [Ali Rehman] The village of Eldermoor sat at the edge of the world — or at least, that’s what the locals believed. Nestled between misty woods and an endless stretch of twilight sky, it was a place forgotten by time, where strange things whispered on the wind and shadows danced just beyond sight.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
The Ritual That Ate the Morning
Introduction 🌑 At first glance, rituals seem harmless—even beautiful. A cup of coffee before sunrise, journaling before bed, lighting a candle to focus the mind. But what happens when the line between a calming habit and an obsessive compulsion begins to blur? This article explores that quiet transformation through the lens of a character who clings so tightly to their ritual that it becomes a cage of their own making.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
The Power of Habits: How Small Changes Can Transform Your Life
As a freelancer, I have learned that success is not just about being motivated or inspired, it's about creating habits that lead to results. In this story, I'll share with you the power of habits and how they can transform your life and career.
By sunaam khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Princess Who Walked on the Moon
Princess Elara’s world was a gilded cage. Her life was a meticulously scheduled tapestry of state dinners, embroidery lessons, and waving from balconies. Her kingdom was a beautiful, smothering jewel, and she was its most prized possession, locked safely inside. Her only escape was the royal observatory, where she would chart the constellations and dream of the one place her royal guards could not follow: the Moon.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Call of the Minaret
The early sun had just started to rise from behind the house tops of Medina when Bilal woke up. The air was still cool and heavy with the smell of sand and date palms. For a moment, he listened to the faint sounds of the city waking -- the distant bleating of goats, the clatter of water pots and the quiet hum of life returning after the silence of the night.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert
And the wind sang along the dunes, and Malik took a brush against his shabby cloak, and the desert sand was like tiny sparks on his face. This was hours of walking on part of him, in pursuit of the horizon that kept on pushing away. The sun was now setting, and coloured the sky with fire and gold.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of Memories. AI-Generated.
As I walked away from the house, the fading light of the sun cast long shadows across the neighborhood. I felt a sense of peace wash over me, as if the weight of memories I'd carried for so long had finally begun to lift. The conversation with Mrs. Jenkins had been a balm to my soul, and I was grateful for her kindness.
By Muhammad Kashif 3 months ago in Fiction
The Night I Realized Love Wasn’t Meant To Save Me
I used to believe love was supposed to be the thing that rescued us. The thing that filled every empty space inside a person. The thing that fixed the parts of life that felt broken. I believed that love was the answer to loneliness, to fear, to the type of quiet sadness that sits in your chest like permanent weight.
By Umar Farooq3 months ago in Fiction