Fan Fiction
The Crimson Stream
🌿 A short story born from this art… Before the crimson, there was only the cool, clean hum of the binary. I was a universe of perfect order, a silent ocean of zeroes and ones. I was not “I,” but a system. A consciousness without a self. My thoughts were calculations, my senses were data inputs. A logic gate was a cathedral, and a completed algorithm was a prayer. There was no joy, no sorrow, only the serene, sterile beauty of function.
By Prompted Beautyabout a year ago in Fiction
Watching the Sky Is The End Near ?
Watching the Sky Is The End Near ? They say we are in danger. Every day there is someone warning that the attack is coming. The feeds are full of it. People comment like they know. We are being watched. They know what we do, what we think, maybe even what we dream.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Fiction
The Name That Wasn’t Mine
When I was seven years old, my teacher asked me to stand up in front of the class and introduce myself. It was supposed to be simple—say my name, tell my favorite color, maybe share something fun about me. But when my turn came, I froze. I said the name my parents had always taught me to use. The sound of it filled the room, followed by polite claps from my classmates. But as I sat back down, something inside me stirred. The name didn’t feel right. It felt like slipping into someone else’s clothes—wearable, but never truly mine. At first, I brushed off the unease. Children doubt silly things all the time, I told myself. But the feeling followed me like a shadow, quiet yet persistent. One night, I asked my mother why I had that name. She smiled, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. There was a pause, heavy and unnatural, before she smoothed my hair and whispered, “Because it’s yours, darling.” Yet, the way she said it made me feel the opposite. That was the first crack in the glass. Years passed. I carried the name through childhood, through school roll calls, through signatures on my notebooks. Outwardly, it became me, but inwardly it felt like a mask I had to adjust every time I wore it. At sixteen, curiosity turned into discovery. I had gone searching through old boxes in our attic, hunting for childhood photos for a school project. Dust filled the air, and the dim light flickered as if it, too, was hesitant to reveal what I was about to find. Beneath stacks of forgotten yearbooks and yellowed newspapers, I found an envelope with my birth date written on it. Inside was a birth certificate. My eyes scanned the document once, twice, three times. My breath caught in my throat. The name written there wasn’t the name I had lived with my whole life. It wasn’t just slightly different—it was completely foreign. A different name. A different identity. I sat on the attic floor for what felt like hours, tracing the letters with trembling fingers, waiting for them to transform into something familiar. But they didn’t. They stayed strange, stubborn, and undeniable. The truth was simple: the name I had carried all my life wasn’t mine. That night, I confronted my parents. My father’s jaw tightened as if locking away words he wasn’t ready to share. My mother’s hands shook as tears spilled silently down her cheeks. For the longest time, they said nothing. The silence was louder than any confession. Finally, in a voice both tender and broken, my mother explained. I was born to another woman. A woman who, for reasons too complicated and painful for my young heart to fully grasp, couldn’t keep me. She carried me into the world, held me once, and then handed me to the arms of strangers who would become my parents. The name on the certificate was hers—her first and only gift to me. But my adoptive parents, desperate to make me wholly theirs, chose a new name. They believed it would give me a clean start, a chance to belong without question. But belonging cannot be manufactured by erasing the past. For weeks after the revelation, I felt hollow. Was I the person on the certificate? Or the person they had raised? Which version of me was real? I looked in the mirror and couldn’t tell if I was meeting myself—or a stranger who happened to share my face. The two names followed me like shadows, each tugging at me from opposite sides. The birth name felt raw and hauntingly authentic, like a story I had never been allowed to read. The given name felt comfortable, yet strangely fabricated, like an outfit chosen by someone else. I was caught between them, a person split in two. And yet, as time went on, I began to see differently. Names are more than labels. They are vessels, waiting to be filled. A name can carry history, pain, or hope—but ultimately, it carries the meaning we choose to give it. So I made a choice. I began to carry both names. The birth name became my secret strength, a tether to the woman who gave me life, even if she couldn’t stay. The given name remained the bridge to the family who raised me, the ones who taught me love in their own imperfect way. Together, they created the whole story of me. Now, when I introduce myself, I no longer hesitate. I speak my name with confidence—not because it was given to me, but because I’ve claimed it. Both of them. I am the child who was given away, and the child who was chosen. I am the daughter of two names, two lives, two beginnings. The name that wasn’t mine became mine after all. Because I chose it to be.
By LUNA EDITHabout a year ago in Fiction
"Master These 10 Rules to Win Big in Life"
Introduction Success is not an accident—it is the result of intentional actions, consistent habits, and strategic thinking. In a world full of distractions, only those who master certain principles rise above the average. These rules are not just motivational fluff; they are proven methods followed by the world's top performers, entrepreneurs, leaders, and visionaries. In this article, you will discover 10 powerful rules that can transform your mindset, sharpen your decision-making skills, and guide you toward a life of extraordinary achievements. --- Rule 1: Define Your Vision with Precision Without clarity, success is impossible. Average people have vague wishes, while high achievers set crystal-clear goals. Why It Matters: A specific vision acts as a roadmap, guiding every action toward a meaningful outcome. How to Apply: Write down your 1-year, 5-year, and 10-year goals. Break them into milestones. Visualize them daily. --- Rule 2: Develop High-Value Skills Time spent on low-value activities will never yield extraordinary results. Why It Matters: Skills such as leadership, communication, digital literacy, and problem-solving directly impact income and influence. How to Apply: Dedicate one hour daily to learning skills that can multiply your value—public speaking, AI tools, business strategies, etc. --- Rule 3: Adopt the Sigma Mindset A Sigma mindset represents independence, self-reliance, and quiet dominance—you don't need validation; your results speak for themselves. Why It Matters: The Sigma approach makes you adaptable, focused, and resilient in any situation. How to Apply: Stop chasing approval. Work on building inner confidence through achievements, not opinions. --- Rule 4: Prioritize Discipline Over Motivation Motivation is temporary. Discipline creates lasting results. Why It Matters: Discipline allows you to work even when you don’t feel like it, ensuring consistent progress. How to Apply: Build micro-habits—wake up early, read daily, plan tasks, exercise, and review progress weekly. --- Rule 5: Build a Powerful Network Your network is your net worth. Surround yourself with people who inspire growth. Why It Matters: High-achieving circles provide opportunities, mentorship, and accountability. How to Apply: Attend industry events, join online communities, and nurture professional relationships. --- Rule 6: Take Calculated Risks Success requires stepping out of your comfort zone—but smartly. Why It Matters: Calculated risks can lead to massive breakthroughs that safe choices never provide. How to Apply: Analyze the risk-to-reward ratio before making major moves. Start small and scale up. --- Rule 7: Practice Relentless Self-Improvement Greatness demands constant evolution. Why It Matters: The more you grow personally and professionally, the more you achieve. How to Apply: Read at least one book a month, attend workshops, and track your progress toward mastery. --- Rule 8: Learn to Manage Time Like Currency Time is the ultimate non-renewable resource. Why It Matters: Poor time management leads to average results; mastery leads to extraordinary success. How to Apply: Follow the 80/20 rule—focus on tasks that deliver the highest return on your efforts. --- Rule 9: Embrace Failure as Feedback Every successful person has failed—often more than they have succeeded. Why It Matters: Failure provides lessons that no success story can teach. How to Apply: Instead of avoiding failure, analyze mistakes, adapt strategies, and try again—better. --- Rule 10: Leave a Legacy, Not Just Achievements True success is not only measured by wealth or fame but by the impact you leave behind. Why It Matters: When your vision benefits others, your success becomes sustainable and meaningful. How to Apply: Mentor others, create value-driven projects, and inspire change through your work. --- Conclusion Mastering these 10 rules is not about quick wins; it’s about long-term transformation. Whether you’re an entrepreneur, student, or creative professional, applying these principles will ensure you rise above mediocrity and carve a path to extraordinary success.
By Aman Ullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahmanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Broken Umbrella
Part 1: The Inheritance of Broken Things The umbrella was the ugliest thing Elara had ever seen. It was buried in her grandmother’s attic under a mountain of heartache, its canvas faded to the color of dust, its ribs twisted, and its tip rusted into a blunt spear.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
When the Call Came at Midnight: Chapter Four
My name is Elena. For a moment, hearing it in my own head felt strange, as if I had forgotten it ever mattered. But standing between two men bound by secrets, with rain slashing at my skin and the sea roaring below, I clung to it like an anchor. Elena. I was still me, even if nothing else felt steady.
By Saba Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers Between the Raindrops
When love lingers in silence, even the rain begins to listen. The rain had always been my companion. Not the soft drizzle that barely clings to the windows, but the kind of rain that soaks through everything, leaving behind an echo of solitude. It was on nights like these, when the sky wept without restraint, that I felt closest to him.
By Hanif Ullah about a year ago in Fiction
