Fan Fiction

The Girl Who Built Hope From Broken Dreams
In a quiet town nestled between sun-scorched hills and cracked roads, dreams were fragile things — often whispered at night and forgotten by morning. People lived by routine, not ambition. But among them lived a boy named Arman, who dared to believe.
By fairy girl4 months ago in Fiction
The girl with the Red Dress
Butterflies in her stomach as though it would be her last, seasons of joy and happiness as though there was no darkness in this place of goodness.
By Cryptic Edwards4 months ago in Fiction
Korean Drama Fan?
It was 2022, a year that found me unexpectedly unemployed, with time stretching out before me and the creeping stress of uncertainty starting to set in. I was desperate for something to keep my mind engaged, motivated, and, most importantly, stress-free. That's when a dear friend recommended I dive into the vibrant world of Korean dramas. Little did I know, I was about to fall head over heels into a new obsession!
By Nabi-Bella4 months ago in Fiction
He's Just A Lawn Mower
That was all that he did, mow the lawn. And when he had finished, he made a cup of tea, drank it, and then lay down on the bench in the tree-lined avenue for an afternoon nap.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter Home
The sound of the postman’s boots on the gravel was enough to send Clara’s heart racing every morning. It had been three months since James left for the front, and every letter that arrived carried the warmth of his presence, even across oceans and battlefields. She lived for the scratch of his handwriting, the way he always signed off with “All my love, always — James.”
By Asghar ali awan4 months ago in Fiction
When Dreams Become Memories
When Dreams Become Memories I woke up this morning remembering a birthday party. There were balloons, a cake with pale blue frosting, and a woman laughing softly as she smeared a bit of icing on my nose. I could smell the vanilla, feel her hand, and hear a child’s giggle echoing behind us.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
The Experience of Viewing the Remarks Produced by AI . Content Warning.
Here’s what it truly feels like to earn appreciation from a machine and why your real, fallible humanity still counts most online.
By Aliyu Ibrahim 4 months ago in Fiction
The Door That Shouldn’t Exist. AI-Generated.
It was 2:17 a.m. when Noah woke up to that sound again — a low creak, like a whispering hinge somewhere down the hallway. He sat up, heart pounding, his room dimly lit by the silver light leaking through the blinds. The old house had its noises, yes, but this one… this one was different.
By Nusuki4 months ago in Fiction
Unexpected knock at the Door
The first knock was so soft Alexander almost dismissed it as the cabin settling, or a pinecone dropping from the eaves. It was 3:07 AM. He was in his armchair, a biography of a forgotten president splayed open on his chest, the fire in the hearth reduced to a bed of pulsating coals. The silence up here on the mountain was absolute, a thick blanket he’d come to both cherish and fear.
By Muhammad Anas 4 months ago in Fiction
When One Voice Turns Into a Roar — and a City Listens
It began as a whisper. In the narrow alleyways of Nizamabad, the kind where crooked balconies lean over laundry lines and stray cats dart between shadows, a solitary voice rose before dawn. A young woman—barefoot, ragged vest, eyes blazing—stood atop a faded crate in the market square and screamed:
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Prayer of Rahim
There’s a small village at the edge of nowhere — the kind of place where time moves slowly, and people remember everything. That’s where Rahim lived.
By Vocal Member 4 months ago in Fiction
Remember Your Childhood Bedroom!. Content Warning.
Imagination in childhood is powerful. For a short time, it shapes our lives but how we loose it.. I remember waking up in my bedroom, colours bursting all around me, toys of every shape and size waiting to be played with. Big smiles, bold eyes, and bright creatures greeted me each morning. Back then, even the smallest things seemed huge and magical.
By Cryptic Edwards4 months ago in Fiction