Fan Fiction
A Love Letter Delivered 50 Years Late
The Letter That Arrived Too Late The envelope arrived on a quiet autumn morning, tucked between utility bills and advertisements in Eleanor Whitmore's mailbox. At first glance, it appeared ordinary. The paper was yellowed with age, and the stamp looked like something from another era. Curious, Eleanor carried it inside and sat at her kitchen table. The moment she saw the postmark, her heart nearly stopped. The letter had been mailed fifty years earlier.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Appeared in Every Dream
The First Dream The dreams began on an ordinary night. Nathan had fallen asleep after another exhausting day at work, expecting nothing more than the usual collection of random images that faded by morning. Instead, he found himself standing in the middle of a deserted train station beneath a dark sky. The platform stretched endlessly in both directions, illuminated by flickering lamps that cast long shadows across the ground. Everything was silent except for the distant sound of a train that never seemed to arrive. Then he noticed someone standing at the far end of the platform. A man dressed in a black coat watched him without speaking. Before Nathan could approach him, the dream ended.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
After-care part 2
“Don’t put me on a pedestal, Charlie, please. I’m not perfect, I’m not some great design,” Pim had said that morning. Charlie thought back to that conversation when the day had started. Two major events had occurred that made Charlie’s head go for a deeper swim than he had done with Pim in the sea that whole day.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 months ago in Fiction
MHOS Part 3: The set up. Content Warning.
I get ready for my date with Shawn, taking one last look in the mirror, then I head to the restaurant early so I can scope the place out before my date. It's nothing special, it's small, quiet and have a TV sitting above the bar playing the news. So I sit down, I pull out my little notebook and finish the notes on the last short story I wrote & I watch the news. As I am writing away in my notebook a plate of appetizers I never ordered is set down in front of me. I look up and there is Shawn, wearing an apron, carrying a notepad asking me if I'd like to order yet.
By Her Ellaness♿️5 months ago in Fiction
After-care
Charlie was tossing and turning something fierce in his deep sleep. He had gone to bed in a bad mood. He and Zoey were having petty arguments and then making it up poorly by having half-assed sex. Charlie felt so empty before and after these interactions between Zoey. They used to have hot, passionate intercourse in the beginning of their relationship, but lack of understanding the other’s love language and communication problems caused endless fights over small things that Charlie believed were dumb.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 months ago in Fiction
Falling in Love With Someone From Another Timeline
The Voice on the Radio It began on a stormy Thursday night when Ethan was alone in his apartment, struggling to fix an old radio he had purchased from a flea market. The device was nearly fifty years old and barely functional, but Ethan enjoyed restoring vintage electronics in his spare time. As rain battered the windows and thunder echoed across the city, he adjusted one of the radio's rusted dials. Suddenly, a clear voice emerged through the static.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Photograph That Changes Every Morning
The Unexpected Package The photograph arrived on a rainy Tuesday morning in a plain brown package with no return address. Daniel almost ignored it, assuming it was another delivery intended for someone else in the apartment building. But his name was written clearly across the front. Curious, he carried it inside and carefully opened it on the kitchen table. Nestled within layers of yellowed newspaper was an old wooden frame containing a black-and-white photograph of a Victorian house standing alone at the edge of a forest. The image appeared ordinary at first glance. The house looked abandoned, its windows dark and lifeless beneath a cloudy sky. A narrow path stretched from the front porch into the woods beyond. There was no note, no explanation, and no indication of who had sent it. After staring at it for several minutes, Daniel simply shrugged and placed it on a shelf in his living room.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
MHOS Part 2: A meet-cute. Content Warning.
I'm in a bar on a sunday afternoon, sitting in a booth in the back, people watching with a big messy table in front of me and a big open bag taking up the seat across from me. I'm eating lunch while grading papers and taking notes in a little book, characters, for short stories I write in my spare time. Tragic romance novels, inspired by Romeo & Juliet, where the heroin loses the hero just as they thought they were going to get their happy ending.
By Her Ellaness♿️5 months ago in Fiction
He Talks in His Sleep, But It’s Not His Voice: The Chilling Secret Behind My Fiancé’s Nightmares. AI-Generated.
The rain was beating heavily against my kitchen window last night, matching the restless energy of the young woman sitting across from me. Her name was Sarah. She is twenty-six, a schoolteacher with a bright smile that, lately, had been entirely swallowed by exhaustion.
By Eleanor Vance5 months ago in Fiction
