Fan Fiction

Glass Bones
I first noticed the change on a rainy afternoon. The sky hung heavy with gray, and the streets of my town shimmered with puddles reflecting the dull light. But something in me had shifted, an awareness of fragility that had always been there but was now impossible to ignore. I could feel it in my limbs, in my heartbeat, as if every movement carried the risk of shattering.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
Echo of Ashes
The fire had been months ago, yet the ruins still smoldered faintly. Blackened beams jutted out like broken teeth, and the scent of smoke lingered stubbornly in the air. The town spoke little of what happened that night, preferring silence to truth, but I could not ignore it. Something drew me to the ashes, a need to understand the lives that had been erased, the stories that had not yet been told.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
Paper Wings
The first time I saw them, the paper wings were scattered across the attic floor like fallen leaves. They were delicate, made from thin parchment, each fold precise and deliberate. I had never noticed them before, even though I had lived in this house my entire life. Something about the wings drew me in, a whisper of movement, a subtle energy that seemed to hum beneath the surface.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
Shadows Awake
The town of Everglen slept under a silver moon, unaware that some nights carried a life of their own. In the alleys and behind closed doors, shadows shifted and moved with intention. No one noticed—not the baker, the shopkeeper, nor the children who dreamed of faraway lands. But I did. That night, I was awake, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, the shadows seemed to notice me.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Door
It was a quiet evening when I noticed the door at the end of my street. Nothing extraordinary about it—just an old, chipped wooden door set into a brick wall, completely unmarked. For years, I had walked past it without thinking. Tonight, however, something felt different. A faint glow pulsed from its cracks, subtle but insistent.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
Silent Echoes
The town of Ravenwood had always been quiet, but after the fog rolled in that autumn evening, it seemed almost asleep. The kind of sleep that doesn’t allow dreaming, just the faint hum of life hidden behind locked doors. I walked down the cobblestone streets, my boots tapping lightly, but each echo felt too loud, too aware. Something was following me—or perhaps it had always been there, waiting for me to notice.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Paradox
Tobias had never questioned time before—not really. In a city where every street echoed with the punctual ticking of countless clocks, life moved in orderly rhythms, predictable and precise. Yet tonight, as he approached the old clockmaker’s shop, something felt off. The brass hands on the grand clock above the door were spinning backward, and the air seemed to thrum with quiet energy. A faint metallic scent clung to the doorway, carrying a promise and a warning simultaneously.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Carnival
The air smelled of caramel, dust, and something older—something that belonged to a time forgotten. The carnival had been abandoned for decades, yet its presence was undeniable. Tattered banners fluttered in the wind, and rusted rides creaked like ghosts awakening from slumber. Lila discovered the entrance while chasing a stray cat, unaware that stepping inside would pull her into a realm where reality and memory intertwined.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
Rain That Fell Backward
Mara had walked past the same street hundreds of times, but today it felt different. Between two crumbling shops, a narrow building had appeared overnight. Its dark wooden doors were carved with letters she did not recognize. Above, a small sign read: The Library of Vanishing Names. A chill ran down her spine as if the air itself were holding its breath, waiting for her to enter. She hesitated for a moment, then curiosity overcame caution.
By syed4 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Reflection Talked Back. AI-Generated.
The Day My Reflection Talked Back The bathroom mirror was fogged from the shower, yet I lingered in front of it, tracing meaningless circles in the condensation. I wasn’t really looking at myself—just at the blurred outline of someone who looked like me, someone who had lately felt like a stranger.
By Rashid khan4 months ago in Fiction
The World on the Brink: How Change Is Closer Than We Think
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By LONE WOLF4 months ago in Fiction