Fan Fiction
The Room with No Mirrors – Deep Psychological Story (Narration for YouTube)
They told me memory can’t lie. But after what happened in Room 27… I’m not so sure. I was 29 when I joined the clinical study at the Mindwell Institute — a new research project on “visual memory reconstruction.”
By Naimat ullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Lost Wish
1. The Moon Garden Every night, when the world sleeps, Fairy Girl walks barefoot through the Moon Garden. The flowers there only bloom under silver light, and they whisper secrets of forgotten dreams. With each step, her laughter turns into starlight.
By fairy girl3 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Someone Else
1. The Familiar Tune 🎵 Maya had always thought she knew Ethan down to the smallest detail—the kind of coffee he ordered (black, no sugar), the way he tilted his head before making a sarcastic comment, even the rhythm of his typing when he was deep in thought. They’d met during freshman year at the university radio station, bonded over indie rock, shared playlists, heartbreaks, and half-eaten bags of chips.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
The Ride That Changed Everything
Introduction There’s something oddly intimate about sharing a ride with strangers. You sit side by side, heading in the same direction, your lives briefly intersecting before they unravel again into their separate stories. Now imagine that happening on a city tour — not the boring, scripted kind, but one that feels like a social experiment on wheels. That’s the premise of The Ride That Changed Everything, a cinematic and emotional journey that turns an ordinary city tour into an unforgettable exploration of connection, chaos, and unexpected truths.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
Punk Tactics
Everyone in the Belcher household was sectioned off and fixed on their individual tasks. The subtle creaks of an old house settling echoed through an empty hall. Bob and Linda sat quietly in the kitchen, wine glasses sweaty and half empty. Bob stares at the phone, in complete shock and disbelief.
By Dylan-Quinn Harris3 months ago in Fiction
Moon’s Gift to the Blind Girl
Elara’s world was not dark. People called her blind, but that was their word, born from their own fear of the absence of light. Her world was built of sound and scent and texture. The rough bark of the old oak was a story of strength. The scent of rain on dry earth was a complex symphony. But the one thing that remained an abstract concept was the Moon.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #9
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Doctor Stephen Strange, master of the mystic arts, woke groggily and found himself on the hardwood floor. He was for a moment unsure of his surroundings, but a sharp pain to his head and back reminded him. The room had flashing waves of energy that flickered about. It resembled the psychedelic art of the times. There was no mistaking the vast mystical forces at play before him. He saw the back of Doctor Fate. His golden cape flowing with the winds that were swirling about the room. His arms were outstretched and his golden gauntlets were crackling with golden mystic energy. There appeared to be a faint outline of an Egyptian ankh shaped by the mystic energy around them. Dr. Fate was engaged in mystic combat.
By Derrick Billups 3 months ago in Fiction
MARVEL/DC COMICS PRESENTS #8
Dr. Strange/Dr. Fate Baltimore, Maryland 1968 Dr. Stephen Strange and Kent Nelson entered the oddly cold apartment. They stepped through calm but alert. Slowly and carefully they walked through the hallway towards the stairs at the far end.
By Derrick Billups 3 months ago in Fiction
The Window Everyone Forgets. AI-Generated.
When Rehan moved into the quiet hill cottage, he wasn’t looking for magic — only silence. After years of city noise, heartbreak, and a life that felt too heavy to carry, he wanted peace. The cottage was old, wrapped in moss and forgotten flowers. Locals told him it once belonged to a writer who disappeared without a trace.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Moon That Chased the Sun
For eons, their dance was the clockwork of the universe. The Sun was a king of fierce, glorious light, painting the world in bold strokes of gold and blue. The Moon was his quiet queen, softening his harsh edges with her gentle silver, weaving dreams into the night. But they were never together. The cosmos, in its infinite wisdom, had decreed they must forever be apart, their love a constant, heartbreaking near-miss.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Porcelain Heart 🐾
1. The Heart of the House Maggie Calloway didn’t have much left from her mother. A few old recipes written in cursive that curled like ivy, a faded photograph from a summer picnic, and one small porcelain heart—delicate as moonlight—painted with forget-me-nots. It sat on the mantel, catching sunlight in a way that made it glow faintly pink at dusk. Her mother had given it to her on her eighteenth birthday, saying, “When you feel lost, hold this. It’ll find you again.”
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
