Fan Fiction

The Wolf and the Lion: A Pact Beneath the Moon
The Wolf and the Lion: A Pact Beneath the Moon BY [ WAQAR ALI ] When hunger drives beasts together, loyalty and betrayal walk a thin line.
By LONE WOLFabout a year ago in Fiction
Iran Air Flight 655 – Mistake or Crime?
July 3, 1988 – Bandar Abbas, Iran The sun had barely risen when Parisa, a 28-year-old schoolteacher, clasped her daughter’s small hand. Mina was only six, clutching her ragged teddy bear as they walked across the tarmac toward Iran Air Flight 655. The white Airbus gleamed in the summer heat, a promise of safety, of family waiting in Dubai.
By Afaq Mughalabout a year ago in Fiction
The Time-Loop Gardener
1. The First Repeating Day I inherited two things when Grandpa Silas died: His crumbling cottage His dying rose garden Except Grandpa hadn’t died.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
*The Clockmaker's Promise*
In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills and a slow-moving river, there stood a small shop with a crooked sign that read “Timeless Hands.” Inside, the air was warm and still, filled with the soft, steady rhythm of ticking clocks. Wall clocks, pocket watches, mantel clocks—they all chimed and clicked in quiet harmony, each keeping time in its own way.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
Operation Lassi Spill
It was one of those golden Punjabi afternoons—the kind where the sun hangs warm in the sky, the air smells of cardamom and fresh roti, and every lane in the village hums with celebration. A wedding was in full swing, the biggest the village had seen in years. Banners fluttered above the courtyard, children darted between guests with sticky fingers, and uncles danced with the kind of energy that defied their age.
By meerjananabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letter That Arrived Too Late
It was a rainy Thursday morning when Sarah found the letter. It wasn’t in her mailbox, but wedged between two old books on her dusty living room shelf. She had no idea how it got there — or how long it had been hiding. The envelope was yellowed with age, the edges curled, the ink faded. But her name was written across the front in a handwriting she knew all too well.
By Aminullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Second Cup of Tea
The bell above the café door chimed the way it always had, soft and familiar. I looked up from wiping the counter, expecting another regular who liked their tea strong and their scones warm. Instead, a man I didn’t recognize stepped inside. He was tall, dressed in a long coat, with eyes that seemed to search the room for something he’d lost. There was a strange sense of quiet about him—like he carried a piece of the past in his pocket. “Do you still serve Assam?” he asked. It was an odd question. We hadn’t had it on the printed menu for years, but I kept a tin tucked away for my own use. Something in his voice made me nod and reach for it without asking why.
By Harleyabout a year ago in Fiction
The River Remembers
The river had always felt alive to me. Even when I was seven and its current nearly pulled me under, I could swear I heard it whisper my name before the darkness came. That summer, I promised myself I’d never come back. But promises are fragile things. Fourteen years later, I found myself standing at its edge again. The water shimmered under a late afternoon sun, deceptively calm. The air carried the same damp, earthy smell I remembered from the day I almost drowned. I told myself I was only here to prove I wasn’t afraid anymore. That the river was just water and stone. That I was grown now. Then I heard it—a small, desperate cry.
By Harleyabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Shop on Memory Lane. AI-Generated.
Story It was the kind of place you could walk past a hundred times without seeing. Tucked between a boarded-up bakery and a shuttered tailor’s shop stood a narrow storefront with a hand-painted sign: The Last Shop on Memory Lane. The letters were faded, the window display cluttered with mismatched odds and ends—a porcelain bird with a cracked wing, a jar of buttons, a single roller skate, a brass clock that had stopped at 3:17.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Painted the Sky Blue Twice
Story In the town of Alder’s Hollow, the sky was always perfect. Not in the way big cities claimed theirs was perfect after a storm, but truly perfect—endless blue, soft clouds, the kind of backdrop you’d expect in a painting rather than in life.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of a New Dawn
The town of Interlaken in Switzerland was like a postcard—snow-covered mountains, crystal-blue lakes, and streets that smelled of fresh bread in the morning. But for Zayan and Aisha, beauty was not enough. They were young, in love, and holding onto dreams that felt both close and far away.
By EchoPointabout a year ago in Fiction
The Ghost and the Hack
Thomas Mcoy, no second C, is a name you’ve probably never seen. Maybe you’ve spotted “Tommy M.” buried in the acknowledgments of a bestseller or scrawled on a Starbucks cup while he tapped away on a Chromebook in a corner booth. But you won’t find his name on a book cover.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction