Fan Fiction

The Digital Doorway: How the Internet Became My New Beginning
The Digital Doorway: How the Internet Became My New Beginning Why stepping into the online world is the best decision you can make when you don’t know where to start
By WAQAR ALIabout a year ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahimabout a year ago in Fiction
Route 96
“It’s real kind of you to help me find the road again,” the man said with a tired smile. “My car broke down out here today. Can’t even tell what went wrong with that old piece of junk. What was your name again?”
By Kamran Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Diary of a Girl Who Never Spoke
In the small coastal town of Whisper Bay, where the fog always lingered over the cliffs as if hiding secrets of its own, lived a girl named Ava Rose. At sixteen, she had already become something of a mystery. She hadn’t spoken a word in five years not since the stormy night her parents’ fishing boat disappeared without a trace.
By Muzamil khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter I Never Sent
The Letter I Never Sent Sometimes love lives not in forever, but in the moments we dare to remember There’s a letter folded inside an old notebook on my shelf. The paper is yellowed now, its creases deep, but the words still burn as if I wrote them yesterday.
By LONE WOLFabout a year ago in Fiction
Where Healing Waits
Hospitals have a way of folding time. Minutes stretch into hours, hours collapse into blinks, and whole days feel like they belong to someone else. The smell of antiseptic clings to the walls, the fluorescent lights hum without rest, and the quiet is always interrupted by beeping monitors or footsteps in the corridor.
By Princess Ladlyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Archive of Forgotten Things
Arman had always lived with a peculiar fascination for memory. Not memory as in facts—he could never remember formulas or phone numbers well enough to impress anyone—but memory as in texture, the lingering weight of moments.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Fiction
A Pact Made in Smoke and Silence
The photo in the murky water was too distorted to confirm what Soren suspected already—but he knew. He knew the moment the call came, the moment the words "he almost didn't make it" reached his ears. Some things didn't need confirmation; they hung like smoke in the chest, thick, unavoidable to breathe out.
By Finallenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Library of Forgotten Books
1. The Inheritance of Ink and Regret The deed arrived soaked in tea stains and guilt: "Elara Vance inherits: 1) Seawood Library; 2) Its 7,432 forgotten books; 3) Grandmother Astrid’s unfinished novel."
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Passenger Who Wasn’t There"
It was raining the night it happened, one of those slow, steady rains that makes the road shine like black glass. I was driving home from work, tired, half-listening to the radio when I saw her.
By ETS_Storyabout a year ago in Fiction
Gold Price on the Move: A Mirror of Global Uncertainty
The world often forgot that prices were stories. On a glowing chart in some financial terminal, the price of gold looked like nothing more than a jagged line—up, down, sideways. But behind every tick lived human hopes, fears, and calculations, as tangled as the veins of gold hidden in the earth.
By Princess Ladlyabout a year ago in Fiction
Beneath the Flooded Sky
The rain began as a whisper against the rooftops, soft enough that no one gave it much thought. In the village of Kalindar, people were used to storms. The river had always fed them, watered their crops, and given them fish. It had flooded before, but always receded, like a wild animal that roared and then retreated to its den.
By Princess Ladlyabout a year ago in Fiction