Fan Fiction
The Lantern Beyond the Dust
The old village slept beneath a veil of dust and silence. Houses made of clay stood shoulder to shoulder, breathing out the weight of years. The scent of earth and forgotten dreams floated in the still air. Every evening, as the sun sank behind the hills and shadows stretched across the narrow road, a single lantern came alive — hanging by the door of a small, crumbling house.
By Riaz Hamkar4 months ago in Fiction
When Hearts Remember
A soft drizzle covered the small hill town of Marwah, filling the air with petrichor—the scent of wet earth, the smell of unspoken memories. Aaliya stood by the window of her late grandmother’s cottage, holding a faded letter tied with a red ribbon. She hadn’t opened it yet. She already knew whose handwriting it was.
By Yaseen khan4 months ago in Fiction
The Echo of Broken Promises. AI-Generated.
Aahil never believed in fate until he met Zara on a rainy evening. She stood under a broken streetlamp, her dupatta drenched, eyes searching for shelter. Aahil offered her his umbrella, unaware that this single act of kindness would pull him into a storm far greater than the weather. Zara smiled—soft, hesitant, almost afraid to feel happiness. That night, two strangers walked side by side under one umbrella, and something unspoken began between them.
By Yaseen khan4 months ago in Fiction
The Candle Maker’s Daughter
Note from Author I wrote this story to show readers that light can come from kindness, patience, and courage as well as fire and electricity. I was inspired by the small, unseen people who keep the world glowing quietly, even when their own lives are dim.
By Noor Ul wahab4 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Daughter
The Clockmaker’s Daughter When time itself falls in love, the universe must hold its breath. The gears of the old clock tower sang their steady hymn through the fog of London’s dawn. Beneath its brass ribs, where dust shimmered like captured sunlight, lived Elias Renn, the city’s last true clockmaker. His hands — scarred by years of delicate craft — shaped time into beauty.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
Memory For Sale
The shop was called "Echoes," and it existed in the quiet, grimy space between a broken dream and a desperate need. Its proprietor, a man named Silas, was a memory broker. In a world saturated with sensation but starved for meaning, his was the most lucrative, and most tragic, trade.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
Parallel Lives
The Mirror That Smiled First It began like any other morning. Aris Hale brushed his teeth in front of the fogged-up bathroom mirror, half-awake, half-alive. The city outside was still asleep—gray skies, dripping gutters, and the faint echo of traffic that hadn’t yet begun. But that morning, something changed. When he looked up, his reflection didn’t move. For a heartbeat, he thought he’d blinked wrong. But no—the reflection stood perfectly still, toothbrush lowered, eyes locked on him. Then, with a calmness that turned his blood to ice, the reflection smiled first. Aris stumbled back, crashing against the sink. His pulse thundered. The mirror, however, stayed perfectly still—showing him smiling back, when he wasn’t.
By hameed ur rehman4 months ago in Fiction
Children of the Moon Colony
Luna Prime was a marvel of human engineering, a city of sealed domes and humming life-support systems buried deep in the lunar regolith. For the children born there, it was simply home. They knew the Earth only as a beautiful, blue-and-white marble that hung in their black sky, a place of ancient history and whispered stories. Their world was one of recycled air, synthesized food, and measured, efficient lives.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
