Fan Fiction

Two Shadows in the Empty Village
The sun rose softly over the small, forgotten village of Kairan. Mist clung to the ground like an old memory that refused to leave. The narrow dirt lanes were empty, save for the footprints of two young women who walked side by side, carrying small baskets filled with wild herbs. They were Amira and Saira, sisters bound not only by blood but also by loneliness.
By Alam khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song We Never Finished. AI-Generated.
The first time Leo heard Amara sing, it was in a dimly lit bar on the east side of the city. The kind of place where dreams and whiskey sounded the same.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Never Sent. AI-Generated.
The first time Elias saw Nora, she was standing on the train platform, lost somewhere between a song and a dream. Her headphones were in, her eyes half-closed, the wind tugging playfully at her hair.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Bridge That Wasn’t There
The first scream comes at dawn. Jonas jerks awake in his car, his heart slamming against his ribs. His fingers find the steering wheel before his eyes even focus. He’s parked on the edge of a bridge — or what should have been one. Now it’s nothing but an abrupt drop into fog, as if the world has been cleanly severed.
By Zidane3 months ago in Fiction
The Train I Almost Missed. AI-Generated.
The 7:45 train was late again — just like it always was on Mondays. The platform was crowded with tired faces and the smell of burnt coffee. Everyone looked impatient, as if being late was the greatest tragedy of their day.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voicemail. AI-Generated.
The first time Ethan heard her voice again, it was by accident. He had been cleaning his apartment — or pretending to — when he pressed play on an old voicemail.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Soldier. AI-Generated.
The train screeched to a halt, its brakes screaming like wounded metal. Among the passengers stepping out was a man in a faded military jacket, the insignia half-torn, the name patch unreadable. His eyes carried the weight of years he could no longer measure Captain Aaron Hale had returned home. Or at least, he thought he had.
By Farooq Hashmi3 months ago in Fiction
Project SoulLink
The chamber was called the "Chrysalis." Dr. Aris Thorne called it a cathedral. Lying on the bio-plinth next to her was Kael, her research partner and, for the last five years, her husband. Today, they would become the first human subjects of Project SoulLink.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message
The Last Message It happened on an ordinary Tuesday. Ethan was halfway through his morning coffee when his phone buzzed. The screen lit up with a name that stopped his breath — Lily.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Fiction
“The Memory Architect”
A tale of lost time, desperate redemption, and the danger of rewriting what was meant to be remembered. The city didn’t sleep anymore.
By Zidane3 months ago in Fiction
The Falcon and the Sky Stone
Start wThe Falcon of Samarkand In the heart of the Silk Road, when the world was stitched together by caravans of spice, silk, and stories, there stood the magnificent city of Samarkand — a jewel of turquoise domes, golden minarets, and bustling bazaars that could make even a weary traveler feel alive again. It was the reign of the great conqueror Timur, known to the world as Tamerlane, whose empire stretched from Delhi to Damascus.
By Mukhtiar Ahmad3 months ago in Fiction
The hotel laundry has been running itself after midnight
I work laundry for a mid-range chain hotel — the kind with fake marble floors, “continental breakfast,” and carpets that smell faintly like wet dog no matter how often they’re shampooed. My shift’s usually 4 p.m. to 1 a.m., but I’m often the last one here. Nobody wants to be the person closing down the laundry room at night.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction