Fan Fiction

🍂 Arise, Fair Leaf. AI-Generated.
The wind carried whispers through the forest that morning—soft voices of trees remembering the warmth of summer. The world was shedding its color, one leaf at a time. All but one.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Sound: A City Trapped in Silence and a Whisper That Could Change Everything
Waqid Ali H1: The Morning of Absolute Silence Liam Carter woke up to a world that no longer breathed. No alarm clock. No birds. No hum of cars outside. Just silence — the kind of silence that felt alive. He rushed to his window in confusion. The streets were filled with people, panicked, moving their mouths… but no sound emerged. Even the wind didn’t whistle. It was as if someone had stolen the world’s voice overnight.
By Waqid Ali 3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice — Part Two. AI-Generated.
Michael couldn’t move. The reflection in the mirror still smiled — slow, deliberate, knowing. For a heartbeat, his breath stopped. His phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a dull thud.
By The Davids3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Couldn’t Delete Messages
The Girl Who Couldn’t Delete Messages The messages were still there — all 1,472 of them. Every “good morning,” every “miss you,” every argument that ended with I’m sorry.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Fiction
The Moon’s Secret Friend
The Moon was used to being watched. For millennia, every human eye that looked up saw her. They wrote poems about her solitude, her quiet vigil in the cold, dark sky. They called her lonely.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message from Tokyo: A Wrong Number That Saved My Life
The Last Message from Tokyo It was snowing again that night in Tokyo. The city looked quiet, almost sacred, beneath the streetlights. From the rooftop of my small apartment, I could see trains sliding like silver veins through the darkness. I had been in Japan for two years, studying engineering, but lately I felt more like a ghost than a student.
By Nimatullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours — a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
🏰 The Haunted Palace of Ras Al Khaimah
In a land where glass towers rise from golden sands, one palace in the Emirate of Ras Al Khaimah stands apart—not for its luxury, but for the chilling legends whispered about it. The Al Qasimi Palace, often called “The Haunted Palace of Ras Al Khaimah,” is a place where grandeur and mystery coexist, where tales of jinn, strange lights, and unearthly voices blur the line between myth and reality.
By Muhammad Daud 3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Lived Twice by [The Davids] . AI-Generated.
When Daniel wakes up to a message claiming he died yesterday, he’s thrust into a single day where time, guilt, and fate all fold in on themselves. Can he fix the one mistake that destroyed everything — or is the cost of redemption one life too many? Let’s find out .
By The Davids3 months ago in Fiction
The Ink of Fate. AI-Generated.
The sun hung low over the crooked trail that wound up the side of Mount Aster, its orange glow spilling over the sharp rocks and whispering pines. On a small ledge halfway up stood a wooden stall, barely held together by rusted nails and hope.
By Ghanni malik3 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Paradox
In the quiet village of Evershade, time moved differently. No one could say exactly how or why, but clocks always seemed a few minutes off, calendars lost track of days, and even the sun sometimes lingered too long before setting. The townspeople had long grown used to it, shrugging it off as one of Evershade’s strange little charms.
By Iazaz hussain3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Broadcast
The rain hasn’t stopped for twelve days. Evelyn stands in the radio tower, staring out over the drowned city. What used to be streets are now rivers; what used to be cars are now shadows under the water’s skin. The world hums softly — not with life, but with the quiet static of collapse.
By Zidane3 months ago in Fiction