Fan Fiction

The Dream That Built Itself
The first time the Dream spoke, it was 3:17 a.m. Dr. Elena Voss had fallen asleep in her lab chair, cheek pressed to the edge of a glowing monitor. The hum of cooling fans blended with the heartbeat-slow rhythm of rain against the glass dome overhead. When she heard her name whispered through the static, she thought it was the wind—or her conscience.
By fazalhaq3 months ago in Fiction
The Coffee Cup. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 7:10, Elias Mwangi opened the doors to his tiny café on River Street in Nairobi. The brass bell above the door jingled softly, echoing through the narrow shop that smelled of roasted beans, cinnamon, and rain-soaked wood.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain. AI-Generated.
It had been raining for three days straight in Lusaka, and the sound had become a kind of background music to Naomi’s thoughts. She sat by the window of her late father’s house, watching water run down the glass, tracing the same paths over and over again — like memories replaying themselves.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train to Miray. AI-Generated.
The train station of Miray hadn’t seen a real crowd in years. The walls were cracked, the benches splintered, and the ticket window covered in dust. Once, this place had been the heart of a small but thriving mining town. Now, it was only the heart of one old man who refused to let it die.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Falling Glass
The night was colder than usual when Clara found herself standing in front of the pawnshop window, staring at the reflection of a life she no longer recognized.
By Zidane3 months ago in Fiction
The Shade of the Mulberry Tree
I had been going from house to house in the city of lights — Karachi — for eight months. I would leave the village in the morning and return only when darkness fell.
By Syed Shahkar jalal 3 months ago in Fiction
THE SIGNAL FROM IO
🛰️ The Signal from Io When the silence of the universe whispers your name, there’s nowhere left to run. Io — a world of storms and sulfur, where thunder tore the sky and mountains of ice cracked under Jupiter’s eternal glow.
By Alex Mario3 months ago in Fiction
The Angel’s Masquerade. AI-Generated.
The ballroom shimmered with golden lights, chandeliers swaying gently as violins played a haunting tune. Everyone wore masks — some glittered with diamonds, others shimmered with feathers and gold. It was the city’s grandest night — The Masquerade of Grace, where the wealthy and powerful danced their way through lies, secrets, and charm.
By Sajjad Ali3 months ago in Fiction
The Window Across the Street
The First Glimpse It started with the curtains. They were always drawn - except at night. Every evening around 9:30, the light in the apartment across the street would flicker on, and the curtains would part just enough to reveal a slice of life inside.
By Hassan Jan3 months ago in Fiction
No Tomorrow
Mara had always been quiet, the kind of girl people overlooked until it was too late. She smiled too softly, spoke too gently, and let others take the stage while she studied the wings. But quiet is not weakness. Quiet is watching, learning, and sharpening—like a blade hidden in plain sight.
By OWOYELE JEREMIAH3 months ago in Fiction
Elon’s Dream Machine”
The night sky above Boca Chica glowed faintly blue. Not from stars, but from the hum of energy pulsing inside the hangar. They said Elon Musk had finally done it — not built another rocket, not another car, but something different.
By fazalhaq3 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Letter. AI-Generated.
The wind howled along the cliffs of Cape Town, tearing at the edges of the lighthouse like it wanted to knock it into the ocean. Inside, an old man sat hunched over a wooden desk, pen in hand, paper worn and yellowed.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction