Fan Fiction
THE ARCHITECTURE OF DARK: RITUAL WINTER
The world doe not die in winter, simply holds its breath. Where I live, the transition isn't a gradual slide, but a sharp snap. One morning, you wake up and the air has changed. It no longer smells of damp earth and rotting leaves; it smells of nothing at all. It is a clean, sterile cold that reaches into your lungs and reminds you that you are made of water and warmth—two things the frost wants to take back.
By Awa Nyassi2 months ago in Fiction
Halloween Land
I am sitting in my car, dwelling on my anxiety and guilt, trying to nurse my nerves into submission. I sigh heavily and finally push open the car door - it feels heavier than usual. I loosen my tie and stagger into the house. Instantly, an aroma of sweet, savory foods hit me like a brick. She cooked dinner for me. My guilt rose to the forefront of my mind with excited intention.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
The Long Way Back 🕊️
Jonah Reed learned the weight of his past the day his hands started shaking for no clear reason. He was forty-seven, standing in line at a quiet grocery store, staring at a display of apples arranged with unnecessary precision. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was happening. And yet his chest felt tight, his palms slick, his breath shallow. He left his basket where it was and walked out into the cold air, heart hammering like he’d been caught doing something terrible.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
Last Bus
The bus came through my neighborhood every night at 11:47. I knew because I heard it before I saw it. The low engine hum. The soft rattle of windows. The sigh of brakes somewhere down the road. Even when I wasn’t looking for it, my body recognized the sound.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Fiction
Winter Series 2025 - The Longest Night We Shared (Part I)
Winter does not arrive loudly. It enters quietly, slipping between conversations, dimming the edges of the world, asking us to slow down even when we resist. The longest night of the year - Solstice - is not only an astronomical event - it is an emotional threshold. A moment when darkness lingers long enough to make us listen.
By José Juan Gutierrez 2 months ago in Fiction
New Moon - New Hope
The New Moon arrived without ceremony. No flares. No warnings. No headlines announcing catastrophe. It simply happened - the Moon aligned perfectly between Earth and the Sun, and for the first time in recorded history, the darkness felt intentional.
By José Juan Gutierrez 2 months ago in Fiction
The Halazia Chronicles - Chapter 3
The warehouse always felt softest at dusk. Someone had propped the big rolling door halfway open, just enough to let in a stripe of orange light that cut across the concrete and turned the drifting dust motes into slow-falling stars.
By Guia Nocon2 months ago in Fiction
