Fan 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
The Moon That Mended Itself with Light. AI-Generated.
They said the moon was dying. At first, I didn’t believe them. The sky had always been her stage — eternal, unshaken, perfect in her silver glow. But that night, when I looked up, I saw it — cracks running through her surface like veins of pain.
By Hamayun Khan4 months ago in Fiction
The Moon Who Whispered Words to Me. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The night was quiet — too quiet to ignore. The clock had just whispered past midnight, and the world outside my window was dipped in blue and silver. The town lay asleep beneath a soft quilt of stars, and I sat alone at my wooden desk, a cup of warm tea breathing out curls of steam beside me.
By Hamayun Khan4 months ago in Fiction
EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED
My name is Alan. I inherited my auntie's house, 'Ivy Cottage', six months ago. Since my childhood, I have been there many times with my parents. I knew the place inside out. I just moved in and started reorganizing the rooms to my taste. It is a house in a suburb of the city, near the national park. It is a little isolated house. I only have two neighbors, separated by the large garden of mine, making it very spooky when it is pitch black in the evenings. On the ground floor, it has a large two reception rooms, a modern kitchen with a downstairs toilet. Upstairs, there are three bedrooms and a bath. The typical nineteenth-century detached property needed little upgrading. I installed a video ring bell with intercom for security, allowing me to see who is at the door on my laptop or mobile, which has put my mind at rest. I thought these new gadgets had killed childhood games; Auntie's shouting to mum,
By kayhan egeli4 months ago in Fiction
ChronoSeed
Dr. Aris Thorne was a botanist of the absolute. Her laboratory was a sterile, silver bubble clinging to the side of a dying world. Outside, the air was a toxic haze, and the soil was a gray, lifeless dust. Her life’s work, Project Verdant, was a failure. Every genetically engineered super-seed she planted withered within days, unable to cope with the poisoned earth.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Solace
The knock came just after midnight. Three sharp, deliberate ramps that echoed through the apartment like a warning. I froze, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, heart hammering. No one should be here. Not at this hour. Not in my building.
By Marlowe Solace4 months ago in Fiction
