Fan Fiction

The Forgotten Song of the Lighthouse Keeper. AI-Generated.
Portion I: The Guardian and the Sea On the rough coastline of a overlooked northern island, where the cliffs bore the scars of storms and the wind cried old tunes, stood a forlorn beacon. Weather-beaten and resolved, it rose against the gray sky like a grave gatekeeper observing over fretful waters. And inside that stolid tower lived a man whose title had long since blurred from memory. He was known as it were as The Keeper.
By Dz Bhaiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Umbrella Without Rain
Part 1: The Inheritance of Dry Tears The umbrella arrived the day Elara’s grandmother vanished. Not died—vanished. One moment, Nana Rosa sat knitting beneath her favorite pear tree; the next, only her indigo shawl remained, wrapped around a long velvet box.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Rebel with a Pen"
He didn’t carry a sword. He never raised his voice. But his words could make tyrants tremble and statues weep. They called him reckless.
By Hanif Ullah about a year ago in Fiction
Lost in Prague
Lost in Prague Written by shah Zai “It was supposed to be just a weekend trip.” That’s what Arman kept telling himself as he stood under the faded green dome of Prague’s main train station, holding a dead phone and a crumpled city map. He had wandered too far from his hostel, and now—somewhere between the Old Town Square and the Vltava River—he was completely, utterly lost.
By Moonlit Lettersabout a year ago in Fiction
The Forest behind Our House Wasn't Just a Forest
To anyone else, it was just a stretch of trees. A quiet forest that bordered the edge of our backyard—dense, green, and seemingly untouched. It rustled gently with the wind, sang with the birds, and carried the earthy scent of pine and soil. To outsiders, it was peaceful. Beautiful, even.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
Rain Drop No. 27
In the year 2179, the skies no longer roared with thunder or glimmered with lightning. Rain was no longer born from clouds, but manufactured from sky stations orbiting Earth. Every droplet was cataloged, tagged, and programmed to fall precisely where and when it was needed. Crops grew on schedule. Cities stayed clean. Nature obeyed the human hand.
By Salah Uddinabout a year ago in Fiction
“The Lost Bookstore”
“The Lost Bookstore” It was the rain that led her there. Not a soft drizzle, but a sudden downpour — the kind that makes your clothes cling, your shoes squelch, and your thoughts scatter like dry leaves in a storm.
By Wings of Time about a year ago in Fiction
Dreams in the Rainy Alley 🌧️✨
Little Ayan sat near the small window ledge, his chin resting on his knees as he gazed at the clouds gathering above the rooftops. The sky was a thick canvas of charcoal gray, heavy with secrets and stories waiting to fall in drops. His tiny room was warm—too warm—and the ceiling fan only pushed around the stillness.
By Shakoorabout a year ago in Fiction
The L⁠as⁠t Libraria⁠n of Babel
The s‌treets were sil‌e‌nt‍, save for the hum of⁠ surveil‍lan⁠ce drones gliding above th⁠e c⁠rowd‌, thei⁠r mechanical eyes scanning‍ every face below. Posters with bold red letters pl⁠astered the walls: KNOWLEDGE IS DANGE‌ROUS. FORG‌ET‍ THE PAST. LIVE FOR TH‌E FUTUR⁠E.
By Sting Storiesabout a year ago in Fiction
She Found $3 Million in Her Basement—Then the FBI Showed Up
When 34-year-old Emily Reeves decided to renovate the basement of her inherited family home in Rochester, New York, she expected to find old paint cans, perhaps some forgotten furniture, maybe even a spider infestation. What she didn’t expect was to discover $3 million in cash, meticulously wrapped in waterproof bundles, hidden inside a rusted-out oil drum beneath a loose floor panel.
By Shoaib Afridiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Weight of Moments
She found him on a Tuesday, sitting on the bench where pigeons gathered like thoughts around scattered breadcrumbs. He was reading Heraclitus, his finger tracing the ancient words as if they might dissolve under too much pressure. The autumn light fell across his shoulders in strips of gold and amber, and something about the way he held stillness made her stop walking.
By noor ul aminabout a year ago in Fiction
Stolen Moments
A successful businesswoman, married to a seemingly perfect man, finds herself falling for a stranger she meets while traveling. Over the course of their brief, stolen moments together, they experience intense emotions, but soon realize that their connection may be part of a larger, deeper scheme that could tear their lives apart.
By Vivids 💖about a year ago in Fiction