Fan Fiction

The Quiet Music,
🌙 “Night Light” Some people leave the light on because they’re scared of the dark. I leave mine on… just in case someone finally comes home.
By fairy girl3 months ago in Fiction
A Man Who Has Nothing
He woke up with nothing. No home. No money. Not even a name that people remembered. The city didn’t care. It never does.
By Waqas Ahmad3 months ago in Fiction
“The Bridge at Hollow Creek”
Rain came down in sheets, turning the cracked asphalt into a river of reflections. Leo pressed the accelerator harder, the old Toyota roaring through the downpour like an animal trying to outrun its own shadow. The world outside the windshield was a blur of water and light, smeared by trembling wipers that barely kept up.
By Zidane3 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Dream. AI-Generated.
The Old Man and His Clocks In the quiet heart of a small mountain town, there lived an old clockmaker named Elias. His shop was tucked between a bakery and a bookstore, its wooden sign faded by years of rain and sun. Inside, hundreds of clocks filled the room — from tiny pocket watches to grand pendulum clocks that echoed with deep, rhythmic tones.
By Gohar Ali3 months ago in Fiction
“The Night I Saw Something No One Believed”:
The night it happened, the air felt wrong—too still, too heavy, as if the world itself was holding its breath. I remember standing by my window, staring out at the edge of the forest behind our old farmhouse. The moon hung low and pale, lighting up the fog that rolled across the fields like silent ghosts.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Fiction
The Cry in the Water Part 8
It had been waiting for them. Quietly, patiently, waiting for them. In a moment of retrospect, Jayr realized that it had probably been there for the last few minutes or more after locating their foot falls or the sounds of their voices. The creature was intelligent, cunning and beyond subtle when it wanted to be. Only now that it had been revealed, did the creature allow the translucent nature of its scales to regain their original color. A dark black shade, polished surface like obsidian, covered the creature entirely. Only it yellow eyes, large great orbs with vertical slits like a cat, stood out against the inky blackness of its body, and these burned with intense focus.
By Alpha Man3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Remembered Her Death
I knew the alley before I ever stepped into it. I knew the smell of wet bricks, the flicker of the broken streetlight, and the sharp sting of the blade that pierced my ribs...
By Mr Harry3 months ago in Fiction
The Immortality Subscription
The ad was everywhere. “Aeterna Corp: Why Have an Expiration Date?” For a manageable monthly fee, the “Rejuvenation Stream” would flood your cells with nano-machines, repairing telomeres, purging toxins, and holding aging at bay. It wasn’t a one-time cure; it was a service. A subscription to immortality.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Library on Mars
The dust of Mars was a fine, red ghost that seeped into everything, but it never touched the heart of the Noctis Labyrinthus. There, deep within a canyon, was the Vault. Kaelen was its Librarian, the last in a line stretching back to the Exodus. His library did not hold books. It held souls.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Silent Bloom
In the heart of the great Whispering Woods, there lived a fairy named Lyra. Now, the Whispering Woods got its name for a reason: it was a beautiful symphony of sound. Every leaf had a gentle shhh, every sprite had a melodic giggle, and the wind sang a soft, constant hum through the ancient trees.
By fairy girl3 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Between the Pages
Chapter 1: The Attic Discovery It was the first rainy day of summer when 17-year-old Elara stumbled into the attic of her late grandmother’s house. The air smelled of cedar and old paper, the kind that seemed to whisper stories of the past. Among the dust-covered boxes and forgotten holiday decorations, a small leather-bound journal caught her eye.
By Ethan Cole3 months ago in Fiction
File 17: Sue Pea – “The Lonely Child”
SUBJECT DESIGNATION: Sue Pea – “The Lonely Child” CLASS: Type III Emotional Manifestation (Juvenile / Isolation-Bound Entity)
By V-Ink Stories4 months ago in Fiction