Fan Fiction
When the Stars Forgot to Shine
The night it happened, the world didn’t notice at first. The stars simply… didn’t come. No one could explain it. The moon hung lonely and pale in the dark sky, surrounded by emptiness. Astronomers called it a “temporary celestial blackout.” Poets called it “the night heaven turned its face.” But to Mira, it felt like a reflection of her own fading light.
By Muhammad zahoor4 months ago in Fiction
The Silence That Answers Back
The Silence That Answers Back By: Abdul Muhammad The knocking began the night after they scattered her grandfather’s ashes. It was a soft, rhythmic sound from within his old oak wardrobe, a patient tap-tap-tap like a heartbeat muffled by wood and time. It wasn’t a sound that frightened Elara; it was a sound that ached. It was the echo of his pocket watch being wound, the tap of his pipe against the ashtray, the sound of him puttering in his sanctuary.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
When Stars Remembered Their Names
It began with a flicker. Not a satellite or a shooting star, but a deep, resonant pulse from Sirius, the Dog Star. Dr. Aris Thorne, an astronomer who had spent his life listening to the silent sky, saw it on his spectral analyzer. It was a pattern. A signal. It was a word.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of Unanswered Doors
The Debt of Regret By: Abdul Muhammad Silas was a collector of ghosts. Not the kind that rattled chains, but the kind that settled in the soul with the weight of lead and the chill of forgotten mornings. He was a Regret Eater, the best in the city. For a price, he would listen, absorb, and take. He would carry the burden so others wouldn't have to.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
My Bones Pick Up the Signal
My Bones Pick Up the Signal By: Abdul Muhammad The silence had teeth. It was a cold, gnawing thing that bit at the edges of Elara’s consciousness the moment she turned out the light. For three years, since the Great Unraveling of her life—a divorce, a funeral, a quiet shattering—sleep had become a foreign country she could no longer visa into. Pills left her groggy and haunted. Meditation was a cruel joke. The only thing that worked was the static.
By Abdul Muhammad 4 months ago in Fiction
The Painter of Forgotten Faces. AI-Generated.
The town of Windmere was known for two things — its endless fog and its quiet secrets. On the edge of its cobblestone streets stood a small art studio, its windows always glowing softly at night. Inside lived a painter named Jonas Vale, a man both admired and feared for his peculiar gift.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret. AI-Generated.
In the heart of a small European town stood a little clock shop called Teller’s Timepieces. It was easy to miss — wedged between a bakery and a tailor’s store, with a dusty sign that hadn’t been repainted in decades. But those who knew the place spoke of its owner, Elias Teller, as a man who could fix any clock in the world — even those long thought broken forever.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Passenger. AI-Generated.
The 11:40 p.m. train from Crescent City to Marrow Junction was almost empty that night. Only four passengers sat scattered in the dimly lit compartment — a young woman reading a paperback, a middle-aged man staring out the window, a student with headphones, and an old lady clutching a suitcase.
By shakir hamid4 months ago in Fiction
