Fan Fiction

Through the Fog of You. AI-Generated.
Obscured lights flicker through the rain-slick streets. The sound of footsteps echo faintly, splashing through puddles. Everything feels suspended, as if the city itself hesitates between breath and exhale. I feel his presence before I see him, a shadow dancing along the periphery of memory, brushing against my shoulder in the quiet hum of nostalgia.
By luna hart2 months ago in Fiction
Test Chapter
Merlina Azazel = Eris Charon Styxe = Charon Vincent Grimm = Stolas It was a night like any other as Vincent Grimm locked up shop and prepared himself for another lonely night. The city was large and his business did well, but he found himself alone every night. It was strange that he was so financially successful and yet could not find a suitable partner. At least that's the way it was in his mind. He ran a successful book store and would often spend his lonely nights reading or learning how to practice cartomancy in his one bedroom apartment. It had been so long since anyone had come over that the dishes seemed to just pile up. He'd get to them on Sundays when the shop was closed. He opened his laptop and noticed a forum. Rakuhana it was called. It was for a game called Endless Online. He pondered if he should make an account for said game. He setup the gaming account for it and named his character Stolas. As soon as he logged in he went onto something called global chat to see what everyone else was saying about the game. Right when he clicked onto it he found himself looking at a female character commenting named Eris.
By Eris Willow2 months ago in Fiction
The Bed That Remembered Every Night 🛏
🛏 The Bed That Remembered Every Night The bed stood in the center of the room like it always had. Its wooden frame was slightly worn at the edges, smoothed by years of hands resting there, by blankets being tucked in, by bodies learning where comfort lived. The headboard held faint scratches no one remembered making. The mattress dipped gently on the left side, as if someone still slept there.
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
THE FLOWERING OF THE STRANGE ORCHID
The buying of orchids always has in it a certain speculative flavour. You have before you the brown shrivelled lump of tissue, and for the rest you must trust your judgment, or the auctioneer, or your good luck, as your taste may incline. The plant
By Faisal Khan2 months ago in Fiction
🌞 The Heat That Didn’t Ask Permission
The summer it happened wasn’t supposed to matter. It was meant to be a placeholder season, the kind you live through without collecting memories. A stretch of hot days between decisions. A pause before the next version of life began.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
Introduction
Life isn’t always a straight line. Sometimes, we sprint ahead only to realize we need a moment to catch our breath, reassess, and rethink. That pause, often seen as a setback, can actually be the most powerful catalyst for growth. Stepping back doesn’t mean you’re failing—it means you’re preparing to leap further than before.
By olxia10 2 months ago in Fiction
Healing Minds and Pages. AI-Generated.
Dr. Ayaan had always loved the quiet rhythm of summer mornings. After a busy spring at the hospital, he finally had a month to himself—a rare luxury. This summer, he decided not to travel or attend conferences; instead, he would indulge in his other passion: books. He had packed a small stack of novels, medical journals, and philosophy essays, intending to let the pages take him on a journey as restorative as any vacation.
By Taslim ullah2 months ago in Fiction
THE STOLEN BACILLUS
"This again," said the Bacteriologist, slipping a glass slide under the microscope, "is well,—a preparation of the Bacillus of
By Faisal Khan2 months ago in Fiction
The Library That Opened Only at Midnight
No one noticed the library at first. That wasn’t unusual in Graybridge. People hurried through the town like they were late for something important, even when they weren’t sure what it was. Stores opened and closed. Cafés changed names. But the narrow street behind the old cinema remained ignored, lit by a single flickering lamp.
By Yasir khan2 months ago in Fiction
📦 The Box That Was Never Opened
The box sat at the back of the closet, untouched for nearly thirty years. It was not large. Not small either. Just an ordinary cardboard box, its corners softened by time, its surface marked with faint fingerprints and a single strip of yellowing tape. On the side, written in careful handwriting, was a name:
By Zidane2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Light in Window Seven
Every night at exactly 9:17 p.m., a single window lit up on the seventh floor of the Alderstone Apartments. No one knew why.
By Yasir khan2 months ago in Fiction
The Art of Burning. Runner-Up in Nothing But Voices Challenge.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" "Beautiful? Are you blind? That is Blackwood Manor, Elias. This place is hell. We gotta go. Now." "Don't look at the smoke. Look at the color. See that blue streak right in the middle of the flame? Right by the window frame."
By Fathi Jalil2 months ago in Fiction