Fan Fiction
The Echoes Beneath the Lake
Author [Asghar ail awan] The winter that year arrived earlier than anyone expected. By the time November had barely begun, the lake behind Old Pine Hill had already turned to glass. It wasn’t the kind of ice you could skate on yet — thin and uncertain, like a secret not ready to be told.
By Asghar ali awan4 months ago in Fiction
The Melody of Aeria: How One Voice Can Change the World
Author’s Note : I am Noor Ul Wahab, a storyteller fascinated by magic, music, and life lessons. The Melody of Aeria is a tale about courage, responsibility, and hope. I hope readers enjoy learning about how even a single voice can make a difference and exploring a world where sound shapes reality. Approximately 900 words of story: Sound was more than just music in the city of Aeria; it was magic. The city's hollow spires were meant to catch the wind and turn it into melodies that swayed across the streets. Singing stones lined the pavement, chiming with each step. Here, the hum of the city was alive, shaping light, emotion, and even the growth of plants.
By Noor Ul wahab4 months ago in Fiction
The Light Beyond Simulation
Elara was a god of a world that didn't exist. As the lead architect of the Aethel Simulation, she had crafted a paradise. Her city had no poverty, no crime, no suffering. The sun was always a gentle gold, the grass a perpetually vibrant green. The citizens, sophisticated AI known as Echoes, lived lives of curated contentment. It was a masterpiece of logic and order. And after five years living inside it to monitor its stability, it was slowly suffocating her.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Cup of Coffee
The Last Cup of Coffee The café was almost empty when she walked in. Rain slid lazily down the wide glass window, tracing lines like tears that refused to fall. The air smelled of roasted beans and soft nostalgia — the kind that only quiet places carry after the morning rush is gone.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Rain in Bulawayo. AI-Generated.
Bulawayo, 1998 — a city of sunburned streets and restless winds, where the scent of dust and diesel hung heavy in the air. In the township of Mzilikazi, two brothers grew up chasing the same dream but running from different ghosts.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
