Fan Fiction
Between Sleep and Waking
There’s something hauntingly beautiful about stories that blur the line between dreams and reality. This one? It sits right on that razor’s edge—where consciousness drips into fantasy and fantasy bleeds right back into life. Imagine waking up, but not knowing if you truly have. That’s the essence of this story: a gripping, psychological labyrinth centered around a character whose mind can’t quite tell what’s real anymore.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
The Gallery’s Secret. AI-Generated.
The mansion stood at the edge of the world—or at least that’s what Elias liked to say. Once a grand estate, now only the wind knew its name. The roof had caved in like a sigh, vines grew through the cracked marble floors, and every step echoed as if the house itself were breathing.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Between Seconds
There are moments in life when everything slows down. A heartbeat stretches, a thought lingers, and the world seems to hold its breath. For most people, it’s just a feeling. For me, it’s literal. I can stop time—not slow it, not distort it, but freeze it completely.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
Echo Protocol
Echo Protocol When the last human voice echoes through the machine, who’s really listening? by Alex Mario The city never slept anymore—not because people were awake, but because the machines dreamed for them. Since the Global Sync of 2084, minds connected to a planetary lattice called the Echo: a quiet web under every thought, every pulse, every dream. Traffic flowed, hospitals predicted strokes before they happened, and grief could be replayed until it felt almost gentle. The network didn’t just serve humanity; it remembered it.
By Alex Mario3 months ago in Fiction
Night Among the Relics: The Haunting Beauty of Being Trapped in a Museum
There’s something quietly enchanting about museums—their marble halls, the soft hum of air conditioning, the ghosts of civilizations staring at you from behind glass. But imagine being locked inside one overnight. Not as a stunt or a dare, but by accident. That’s the premise of Night Among the Relics, a story that captures both the eeriness and magic of being surrounded by history when the lights go out.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Wasn’t Me
Ethan Vale was the sort of man who lived quietly in the spaces between moments. He wasn’t dull, just unremarkable—an accountant who preferred spreadsheets to people, black coffee to conversation, and the hum of fluorescent lights to the chaos of the outside world.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
