Fan Fiction
The Stranger Who Knocked at Midnight
There’s something unsettling about midnight. The world feels still, but not peaceful. It’s the kind of quiet that makes every creak of the floorboard, every groan of the pipes, sound like a warning. That night, I was lying on the couch, half-asleep with the TV humming in the background, when I heard it: a knock at the door.
By Ian Munene5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Lantern
In the quiet valleys of the northern mountains, where snow-capped peaks touched the clouds and rivers sang through the rocks, there lived a boy named Ayaan. His village was small, nestled between pine forests and meadows of wildflowers. Life there was simple—people grew their food, shared laughter around bonfires, and respected the power of nature. But Ayaan carried a dream larger than the mountains themselves.
By Muhammad Bilal5 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Glimmer Protocol
The watch was my grandfather’s only possession of value, and it was worthless. At least, that’s what the appraiser said when he opened the polished brass case, saw there were no gears, no hands, just a swirling, starry mist where the face should be, and snorted. “A clever trinket. Not a timepiece.”
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The River That Stopped Flowing
In the town of Rivermist, the river was the town’s heartbeat. But it wasn’t an ordinary river. Its waters were silvery and faintly luminous, and if you listened closely as you drew a bucket, you might hear the echo of a long-ago laugh or the faint scent of a forgotten summer day. The river didn’t just carry water; it carried the town’s story.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
Seven Dreams
I had the first dream on a rainy night in March. I was sitting inside a train, watching fields blur past the windows, when a stranger slid into the seat across from me. He had tired eyes, the kind that carried stories heavier than his shoulders could bear. We didn’t speak, but when the train jolted suddenly, his hand reached out and steadied mine. I woke up with the strange sense that he had been real.
By Moments & Memoirs5 months ago in Fiction
