Fan Fiction
The Whispering Stars
The stars had always spoken to Arin. Ever since he was a child, lying on the dusty roof of his small home in the outskirts of the city, he would hear them whisper — faint, melodic voices carried by the night wind. His mother called it imagination; his father called it nonsense. But Arin knew better.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Fiction
The Reflection Game
There are stories that parents whisper to keep their kids from doing something stupid. Most of them fade as you grow up—Boogeymen, Bloody Mary, that sort of thing. But every town has one that sticks around a little too long. For the kids on Greystone Lane, it was The Reflection Game.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
The Sleep Experiment
The Sleep Experiment When dreams become a battlefield between man and machine by Alex Mario The lights in Room 9 never turned off completely. They dimmed just enough to trick the human brain into thinking it was safe to close its eyes. On the far side of the glass, Dr. Evelyn Ross monitored the sleeping subjects, her face illuminated by screens full of neural activity patterns—each pulse and spike a tiny flicker of someone’s dream.
By Alex Mario3 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Village
The Silent Village When Silence Speaks Louder Than the Dead The road to Edevan was quiet too quiet for a place that once echoed with children’s laughter, church bells, and market chatter. Now, the village stood in an eerie hush, its houses shrouded in fog and its people moving like ghosts. No voices, no greetings, not even the sound of prayer.
By Farooq Hashmi3 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waited
A Return to Nowhere The road to the old Whitebridge house hadn’t changed much in twenty years. The same narrow path wound through pines that bowed toward one another like silent guardians. The gravel crunched beneath Nora’s boots as she made her way up the long drive, her breath misting in the late autumn air.
By Hassan Jan3 months ago in Fiction
The Moon and the Fisherman’s Promise
Old Man Kael was a fixture of the coastal village, as permanent as the cliffs and as solitary as the lighthouse. For fifty years, he had done the same thing on the night of the full moon. While others slept, he would push his small, wooden skiff into the black water and row. He wouldn't cast his nets. He would simply row to the same spot, far from shore, where the world was reduced to water and sky.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Hunter in the Mist. AI-Generated.
The forest road was golden that evening — washed in dying light, leaves whispering like old secrets. Jonas Vale, a solitary hunter, had walked these woods for twenty years. He knew every broken branch, every deer track, every breath of wind.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
Moonlight Over the Broken Village
The war had ended, but the silence it left behind was a different kind of weapon. The village of Oakhaven was a skeleton of its former self. Houses were scorched shells, the old stone bridge lay in the river like a broken spine, and the hearts of the people were as shattered as the windows they once looked through.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Ghost of You. Top Story - October 2025.
My life before Jaden was ordinary, almost as if I was living in grey. I noticed the color around me but it all seemed very dull. The night I met Jaden at concert he preformed at my life felt like it exploded in color and happiness, I had never felt a love like I had with him. My life after Jaden's accident became much darker than before I had met him. I thought we had forever, but time was a thief. I thought I had lost him until I laid down to take a nap, and as i drifted off to sleep I saw Jaden sitting next to me on the balcony of our hotel room in Hawaii sipping on coffee and smiling as he looked out at the sunrise. That was the day I discovered our love continued on in a parallel universe.
By Kimmiekins43 months ago in Fiction
