Stream of Consciousness
Fanfiction: What it means to us?
Let me make the title a bit clearer before I begin with the main context. “Fanfiction: What Does It Mean to Us?” The pronoun “us” has been stressed here. We all, in some way or another, are affected by fiction in general. Fiction is literature that is created from one’s imagination and is not presented as fact, though it may be based on a true story or situation. We all watch movies, read stories, listen to songs, etc. Most of them are fictional. Some popular types are romance (my personal favourite), action-adventure, science fiction, fantasy, speculative fiction, suspense/thriller (my second personal favourite), young adult, new adult, etc. Now here comes a completely new genre, “Fanfiction.”
By A Little Butterflyabout a year ago in Fiction
A Geyser and a Smile. Content Warning.
The Bangalore monsoon had arrived, a relentless drumming against the windowpane of Anya’s small flat. The city lights blurred through the rain-streaked glass, each light a symbol of a separate life, a separate world, all existing within the same vast, indifferent city.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
I'll Love you for A Thousand More
Jaxon had crafted a heartfelt poem, a melody woven with love for Amelia. It wasn’t something he sat down to compose; it was a tune that flowed naturally, one he found himself singing every day. Each note carried the weight of his longing, a tender refrain that surfaced whenever he missed her presence.
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Fiction
Paradox of Truth
The neon glow of Solace Station bathed its labyrinthine alleys in hues of electric blue and crimson. A sprawling orbital city teetering on the edge of a dying star, it pulsed with artificial life, its chaos a stark contrast to the cold void of space beyond. Here, reality was malleable, bent by the weight of technology and desperation.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
A Warm Touch
When you are touched mentally or physically by warmth it makes your heart flutter and soothes your soul. It may be an empath showing love and caring for you or hugging you when you are cold. It could be the feel of the water running over your body in a warm shower, you never want that to stop do you? It may be a text, a letter or a phone call, telling you that you are loved and cared for. All these can give your heart and soul a lift. Being together with a friend or lover in the warm when it is cold outside. When they take away the pressure of life and all you have to do is appreciate the good things, and they make you realise that there really are many of those, even though they are different for all people. It can be lying in a warm bed, being tucked in, and told that you are cared for and loved. Because you all are by me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Inflation Stole Christmas
The snow fell relentlessly that Christmas Eve, each flake a delicate whisper against the frozen air, drifting through the streets like the last vestiges of a season we all once knew. From my window, the city below seemed swallowed by its own stillness—a pristine world untouched by the relentless march of time. Yet, beneath the serene white blanket, a deeper truth pulsed: the silence was not peace; it was a hollow echo of a year spent in quiet suffering.
By Honsby Orjiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Tyrant's Shadows of Ambition
Tunde Bullock’s frailty was a cruel illusion. Beneath his trembling hands and hollowed cheeks lay a mind sharp and relentless—driven by a single, all-consuming hunger: to rule Neverland. His past was a tangled web of whispered rumors—shady deals, a rise to wealth steeped in mystery, con artistry, and ties to criminal forces as dark as the secrets he kept. But one thing remained undeniable: nothing would stand between him and his ambition, not even his failing body.
By Honsby Orjiabout a year ago in Fiction
