Fan Fiction

AI Is Coming for Culture
We stand at a moment unlike any in recent memory — a crossroads where culture, creativity, and technology collide in ways that promise both beauty and disruption. Artificial Intelligence (AI) isn’t just an assistant or tool anymore. It’s becoming a collaborator, rival, mirror, and sometimes even a challenger to what we once thought was uniquely human.
By Shohel Rana4 months ago in Fiction
The Star-Seed Gardener
Silas was a gardener of the absolute scale. His greenhouse was the cargo hold of the Ketheres, a lonely ship drifting between the stars. His seeds were not of oak or apple, but of atmosphere and organism, designed to shatter barren rock and whisper life into the void.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
If Every Lie Instantly Became Visible
Imagine a world where deception no longer hides in shadows. A world where, the moment you speak a lie, it bursts into the air, glowing, twisting, or marking you in ways no one could ignore. Truth and falsehood made visible—not metaphorically, but literally.
By LUNA EDITH4 months ago in Fiction
Three Left in the Cabin
The first snow of December had barely begun blanketing the peaceful town of Ashford, Maine, when Evelyn Ross took her SUV down Sycamore Road. The tall stand of pine trees and the rolling fog rendered the old cabin nearly invisible until she was almost directly above it.
By Leyvel Writes4 months ago in Fiction
The Empathy Implant's Failure
The morning it happened began like any other. Elara’s neural implant, the Harmony-7, hummed its gentle morning pulse, calibrating her emotional baseline. As she walked through the pristine, quiet streets of Aethel, the implant did its job perfectly. She felt the subtle anxiety of the man rushing to work, a sympathetic flutter in her chest. She sensed the contented fatigue of the woman walking her dog, which brought a soft smile to her lips. She was a perfectly tuned instrument, resonating with the feelings of everyone around her. There was no conflict, no anger, no loneliness. The Great Division was a forgotten chapter in history. Harmony was mandatory.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Finale : Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
The Finale Chapter 1 Alistair froze, his hand still raised, the rock still in his grip. The whisper was not in his ears, but in his mind, clear as day. It was the voice of a woman, a profound sadness clinging to every word.
By Tales That Breathe at Night4 months ago in Fiction
The Gravity Well Commune
Kael’s world was defined by weight, or the lack of it. He lived in the Brink, a shantytown built into the rim of a vast crater on Moon LV-426. Here, the gravity was a whisper, a mere 0.2 G. Children leaped between rooftops like sparrows, and the elderly floated with fragile, bird-like bones. But it was a poverty of force. Their muscles were weak, their hearts lazy. They suffered from the "Bone-Waste," a brittle, aching sickness that came from a life too light.
By Habibullah4 months ago in Fiction
Season 5: Whispers of the Forgotten: A Descent into Eldoria Manor
Season 5: Chapter 1 As Silas lay on the floor, his body still, his breathing shallow, the others worked with a desperate, frantic energy. Chloe's laptop screen was a blur of code and schematics, as she tried to find a way to hack the music box. Lena's hands trembled as she lit candles and laid out ancient relics, trying to create a psychic link to the spirits.
By Tales That Breathe at Night4 months ago in Fiction
Veins of the Earth
The cavern yawned before Kaelen, dark and immense, walls glistening with moisture that reflected his lantern’s glow. Every step echoed, carrying through tunnels carved over millennia. The air was thick with the scent of minerals and earth, yet beneath it lingered something almost alive—a heartbeat, faint but steady, pulsing through the stone.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
Veil of Ashes
Ash floated gently through the streets like snow, settling on rooftops, cobblestones, and forgotten alleyways. The town was quiet, almost eerily so. The fire had long since died, yet its memory lingered in every charred beam, in every scarred wall, and in the lingering warmth beneath the cold stones. Elara stepped carefully, boots crunching softly, stirring tiny puffs of gray that clung stubbornly to the ground. Each step seemed to echo with silent voices of the past.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
Shattered Hourglass
The clock tower struck midnight, its chimes echoing through the empty streets. Liora held the hourglass in her hands, its glass cracked, sand spilling slowly across the wooden floor. Every grain seemed alive, glimmering faintly as it fell and She had discovered it in an abandoned shop, tucked behind dusty books and forgotten trinkets, calling to her like a secret she was meant to find.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
Broken Compass
Talia stepped into the forest, her boots sinking into damp earth. The trees were ancient, their branches tangled high above like fingers hiding secrets. She gripped the compass tightly, but the needle spun wildly, refusing to settle. Every direction looked the same—dark, quiet, and unnerving. She swallowed hard, trying to calm the tremor in her chest.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction