Fan Fiction

Back That Way.
The farmer smiled, a slow, knowing smile, like someone who had seen every sunrise and every misstep of the world. “A-yuh,” he said, his voice carrying the creak of old timbers and sun-warmed soil. “Over yonder, ‘bout five miles.”
By Muhammad Ilyasabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cat Who Knew Too Much
By [] The reception hall glowed under strings of golden fairy lights, each shimmer reflected in tall crystal glasses filled with champagne. The air was heavy with the fragrance of roses, carefully arranged along every table, their petals softening the otherwise sharp brilliance of silverware and glass. Guests filled the space with laughter, clinking forks against plates, and the band in the corner strummed a cheerful tune that made the dance floor sway with life.
By جاوید علیabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Alley
By Islami TV The rain had not stopped for three days. It was not a furious storm, but a slow, steady fall that turned the streets into mirrors and the sky into a dull sheet of gray. People hurried under umbrellas, buses hissed through puddles, and shopkeepers stacked sandbags against their doors.
By جاوید علیabout a year ago in Fiction
Me, the Old Man, and the Mysterious Box
It's not like all the stories and dreams you usually have, and it's often paranormal, but this dream may have been a vision, not just a simple dream, despite its ambiguity. It could have been a prediction of the future, like what's happening now, which is just the beginning of all the phenomena occurring now, such as drought and war. It was a different night, and the dream was almost different. The feelings were also almost real because I was deeply affected, as if I were truly living in that dream. It's hard to imagine nightmares that feel so real. In the dream, I opened my eyes to smoke and barren land. There was no water or vegetation, just barren land cracked by drought and destruction.
By ABDOabout a year ago in Fiction
The Empty Chair
The empty chair was the most important seat at the table. It had been five years since Grandpa Jack passed, but his place at the head of the table was always set. A full plate, a polished fork, and his favorite, slightly chipped “World’s Best Grandpa” mug. It was our family’s quiet religion. A way of saying, You are still here with us.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Café Where Time Stood Still
The rain was relentless that afternoon, washing the streets in silvery streaks that reflected neon signs and hurried umbrellas. I ducked into a narrow alley, hoping for a shortcut, when I saw it: a small café tucked between two tall buildings, almost as if it had been hiding from the world. Its sign read simply “Café Temps.”
By arsalan ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Night the Music Came Back
The night the lights went out, the apartment smelled like wet paper and old coffee. Outside, the city muttered and sighed, but inside I’d already folded myself into the small, quiet shape of loss.
By syedabout a year ago in Fiction
The Power of Fiction: Local Writers Inspire New Generations
M Mehran In a quiet corner of our community, a group of storytellers is proving that fiction is more than just entertainment—it’s a bridge between imagination and reality. Every Wednesday evening, the town library hosts a small but growing circle of writers. They come with notebooks, laptops, and endless creativity. Some are students just beginning their literary journeys; others are retirees revisiting childhood dreams of writing. What unites them is a shared passion for fiction. “Stories are how we understand each other,” says Ayesha Khan, one of the founding members. “When you read or write fiction, you step into another person’s shoes. That builds empathy, and we need more of that in our world.” Local readers agree. Bookstores have noticed an increase in sales of novels by both international and homegrown authors. The demand for fiction has even sparked new initiatives, such as the Community Short Story Contest, which recently invited residents to submit their original works. The winning pieces will be published in a local anthology this fall. Librarian and event organizer, Bilal Ahmad, says the contest is about more than recognition. “We want people to feel that their stories matter. Fiction doesn’t just belong in classrooms or on bestseller lists—it belongs in everyday life, in every neighborhood.” Psychologists also emphasize the benefits of reading and writing fiction. Studies suggest that engaging with stories can reduce stress, improve problem-solving skills, and even sharpen memory. For young readers, fiction can spark creativity and encourage critical thinking. Perhaps most importantly, fiction provides hope. In a time when headlines are often heavy, stories—whether about heroes, mysteries, or imagined worlds—offer a reminder that human imagination has no limits. As the anthology deadline approaches, the library continues to welcome new members each week. Anyone, regardless of experience, can bring a story idea and find encouragement. “It’s not about being published or famous,” Khan says with a smile. “It’s about giving your imagination a voice.” And in our community, that voice is growing louder with every page turned, every story shared, and every dream written down.
By Muhammad Mehranabout a year ago in Fiction
Goodbye, Forever Home
Goodbye, Forever Home Joanne lingered in the doorway, her hand resting against the faded wooden frame that had welcomed her countless times. The keys jingled faintly in her palm—small, metallic ghosts of a life about to be surrendered. For thirty years, this house had been her anchor. It had heard her laughter, muffled her sobs, and held the silence of long nights when only the ticking clock kept her company.
By Wings of Time about a year ago in Fiction
When the Sky Is Dark
When the Sky Is Dark Hope Beyond the Darkness The sky does not ask permission before it turns dark. Clouds gather without warning, shadows spread, and what was once bright feels suddenly uncertain. For many of us, these skies are not just weather—they are symbols of the moments in life when everything seems overwhelming, when grief or struggle paints the horizon in shades of gray.
By LONE WOLFabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quiet Apartment. Content Warning.
The Quiet Apartment By Theodore Homuth Mara pressed her ear against the wall again. It was 2:14 a.m., and the sound had returned—a soft, rhythmic thud-thud-thud, like a heartbeat buried in concrete. She had first noticed it a week ago, faint and irregular, pulsing through the paper-thin wall that separated her studio apartment from the vacant unit next door.
By Theodore Homuthabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Never Sent.
The Letter I Never Sent The words I wish I had the courage to share I used to think words didn’t matter if they were never spoken. That silence could protect you, shield you from rejection, from vulnerability. But I learned too late that silence can be louder than anything else.
By Muhammad Ilyasabout a year ago in Fiction