Fan Fiction
The Town That Forgot How to Dream. AI-Generated.
By Muhammad Kashif No one in the town of Darswell dreamed anymore. Not of oceans or skies or the faces of lost lovers. Not even of ordinary things like running late for work or losing teeth. The people simply slept — dark, empty, dreamless nights — and woke up with the same tired eyes.
By Muhammad Kashif 3 months ago in Fiction
Moonlight for the Homeless
The city was a machine of forgetting. It forgot the names of the people who slept in its doorways, it forgot the faces huddled under its bridges. Kael was one of the forgotten. His world was a tapestry of cold concrete, harsh lights, and the averted gazes of a thousand strangers.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Among the Apple Trees
The orchard had a way of holding its breath at dawn. The air shimmered with dew and promise, the grass soft beneath a mist that carried the scent of ripening apples. Each tree stood like an old friend, its branches twisted with stories of rain, sun, and the passage of time.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
What was hiding in the keyhole
He made me feel immaculate. Like something beyond pleasure. He said he was making me into art when he laid me out, massaging every inch of me. I know blokes are quite different creatures when it comes to sex but this was ridiculous. I never had a lover try to get to know me so deeply, delicately and just—-ardently… the way Humboldt wanted to love me.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
“Between Two Worlds”
Between Two Worlds By [Ali Rehman] Lena had always lived between two worlds. By day, she was grounded in the familiar rhythms of reality: the hum of the city, the blur of faces rushing past, the sharp click of keyboard keys in her small office. But by night, everything changed. When sleep claimed her, she slipped into a realm where reality twisted and stretched, where dreams painted scenes more vivid than any waking moment.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
“The Man Who Could Hear Colors”
The Man Who Could Hear Colors By [Ali Rehman] Elias was born into a world painted in silence — not because there was no sound, but because he heard the world differently. For as long as he could remember, colors didn’t just appear in his vision; they spoke to him in melodies, whispers, and sometimes, anguished cries.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
“When the Stars Whispered My Name”
When the Stars Whispered My Name By [Ali Rehman] I never believed in destiny. Or in stars whispering secrets on quiet nights. To me, life was a string of random moments, a chaotic dance of chance and choice. Until the night everything changed.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
“The Library of Lost Stories”
The Library of Lost Stories By [Ali Rehman] In the heart of the oldest part of town, hidden behind a veil of ivy and shadowed by towering ancient oaks, there was a place few knew existed — the Library of Lost Stories. It wasn’t marked on any map, nor was it whispered about in common conversation. It was a secret sanctuary for forgotten memories, a magical refuge where stories that had slipped through time’s cracks came alive once more.
By Ali Rehman3 months ago in Fiction
