Fan Fiction
The Child Who Dreamed in Color
Mira was born in a world that had forgotten color. People spoke of red, blue, and gold the way elders spoke of myths—softly, wistfully, as if afraid the words might break. Generations ago, the sky had faded to a permanent gray, buildings had lost their brightness, and even flowers grew in dull, lifeless shades. No one knew why it happened. It simply did, the way seasons change or rivers dry.
By Hanif Ullah 2 months ago in Fiction
When Fiction Feels Like Friendship: How Sophie Kinsella Writes the Messy Hearts We Hide
There are writers who entertain us for a few hours, and then there are writers who quietly slip into our lives and stay. Sophie Kinsella often feels like that second kind. Her stories are light on the surface, but they carry the small truths we rarely say out loud. The longing to be understood. The guilt of not having life figured out. The wish for someone to see the good in us even when we make a mess of everything. Many readers discover her during a difficult season and find a kind of soft comfort in her pages. This piece explores why her work speaks to so many people, and why her novels continue to feel like familiar friends even as life grows heavier and more complicated.
By Muqadas khan2 months ago in Fiction
THE ART OF BEING SEEN
Aisha Rahim always believed that blending in was the safest way to survive senior year. Walk quickly. Nod politely. Keep your grades high and your expectations low. At Crownbridge High, where reputations formed faster than rumors and spread twice as far, being invisible felt like a shield.
By Alisher Jumayev2 months ago in Fiction
🕶️✨ The Invitation No One Was Supposed to See
Arden wasn’t the sort of person who received mysterious envelopes. Their life was the steady kind, measured in quiet mornings, safe routines, and a deep commitment to avoiding anything that smelled even remotely like trouble. They worked at a modest historical archive where the wildest excitement might be the discovery of a mislabeled folio from 1912 or a researcher asking to stay past closing.
By Karl Jackson2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Ember of Aravelle
Aravelle had always been a kingdom of fire. Not destructive fire—but living flame. The ancient Emberstone at the heart of the capital city, Solinaris, glowed with an eternal light that warmed crops, filled the sky with a soft golden haze, and kept the darkness of the Netherdeep at bay. Children were taught that as long as the Ember burned, Aravelle would endure.
By Alisher Jumayev2 months ago in Fiction
The Threshold of Then
Elara found the door on a day when her present felt particularly thin. The maple tree at the edge of her property was ancient, its bark a geography of ridges and valleys. Today, in the low, slanting light of October, she saw the lines she’d always taken for natural cracks had formed a perfect rectangle. And within that rectangle, someone had long ago painted a simple, weathered green door, complete with a tiny brass knob that was just flecks of ochre paint.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Willow Sky
The summer I turned sixteen was the year everything changed—though change rarely announces itself with fanfare. Mine arrived quietly, as the warm breeze that brushed through the willow leaves behind our old neighborhood library. That willow tree was where I spent nearly every afternoon: reading, pretending to study, avoiding my mother’s sharp questions about my future, and thinking about everything and nothing at once.
By Alisher Jumayev2 months ago in Fiction
Halloween
Myers reached out his hand and pulled Laurie into the compactor. He crawled out and they charged at him, but he was gone in a flash. The citizens of Haddonfield let out a collective gasp. There were whispers and gaping mouths. He was not human. He had vanished in front of Laurie back in 1978. This hinted at his supernatural nature, but no one wanted to admit that.
By DJ Robbins2 months ago in Fiction
