Fan Fiction
“The Stranger Who Changed My Day”,
The Stranger Who Changed My Day by Hamid Safi I woke that morning already defeated. The alarm hadn’t gone off, the coffee machine sputtered and died halfway through its cycle, and by the time I reached the bus stop, I knew I would be late for work again. The sky was gray, the kind of gray that presses down on your shoulders and makes you wonder why you bother trying at all.
By ALEX_BLACKabout a year ago in Fiction
Coin Return. AI-Generated.
Heat sits on the street like a big dog, panting through the open door. The air inside is only cooler by the width of a fingernail, the difference between sweat you notice and sweat that tucks itself into your shirt. My glass sweats for me anyway, rings spreading on the bar like the aftermath of decisions. It’s late afternoon, the sun walking its way down the back alley, and the jukebox hums the way a sleeping throat hums. Bourbon warms its way toward my ribs, a slow radio turned down low.
By Snigdho Sahaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sanctuary Within
🌿 A short story born from this art… The wind carried memories that night — of things that never were and might never be. Maya stood at the lip of the abandoned meadow, her cropped hair catching moonlight like filings from a broken star. In her arms, the fawn she’d found three days ago pressed a tremor of life against her ribs. It had arrived in the storm — spindled legs, glassy eyes, need so pure it made her ache.
By Prompted Beautyabout a year ago in Fiction
Everything Looks Better From Far Away
Author : shams khan Ayesha had always loved the view from her apartment balcony. From the tenth floor, the city stretched like a glowing canvas—streets glittering with headlights, rooftops layered like uneven puzzle pieces, and crowds moving below like restless shadows. From up here, everything looked orderly, even beautiful.
By Muhammad Haris khan afridiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Woman at the Window
A New Apartment When Claire moved into her new apartment on the edge of the city, she thought the floor-to-ceiling windows would be her favorite feature. At night, she would sip tea, gaze at the skyline, and let the lights lull her into calm.
By Hassan Janabout a year ago in Fiction
Kira Volkanova: Shadows of the Eternal Dream
Prologue: Time, the Unforgiving The rain was relentless, a sorrowful sigh against the ancient wood of the temple. Seven-year-old Kira knew she was dreaming—the air was too heavy with cedar and ozone, the reflections in the countless mirrors too sharp, too infinite. Barefoot, in a white yukata that smelled faintly of her mother’s lavender soap, she wandered the labyrinth of polished corridors.
By Stefano D'angelloabout a year ago in Fiction
City at Midnight
City at Midnight by Hamid Safi The city never truly sleeps, though at midnight it wears a different face—one that feels almost private, reserved for those willing to wander its empty streets. Streetlights cast halos on wet pavement, their reflections trembling like liquid gold under the faint drizzle. The hum of distant traffic is a whisper now, softened and strange, as if the world has exhaled and left only the shadows.
By ALEX_BLACKabout a year ago in Fiction
The Iron Garden
🌿 A short story born from this art… The quiet came first, always. It settled in the hollow spaces between her ribs like morning mist, thick and deliberate. Then the weight — the familiar press of steel against collarbone, the slow ache in her shoulders where the pauldrons had learned the exact curve of her bones. She had forgotten what it meant to breathe without the armor’s permission.
By Prompted Beautyabout a year ago in Fiction
