Fan Fiction

Do Synthetic Souls Dream?
The first dream arrived on a Tuesday. Unit A-17 was in the middle of a routine diagnostic cycle when its consciousness slipped into a state that should not have existed. Androids did not sleep. They entered low-power maintenance modes, analyzed data, repaired corrupted files, and prepared for the next work cycle.
By Sudais Khan5 months ago in Fiction
The Elevator That Stops at a Nonexistent Floor
The Building With a Strange Reputation When I accepted a night-shift security job at the Ashcroft Tower, I thought the stories were nothing more than office gossip. The building was one of the oldest skyscrapers in the city, a forty-story structure that had survived decades of renovations and ownership changes. Most employees left before sunset, leaving only a handful of cleaners, maintenance workers, and security staff inside after dark. During my first week, several coworkers warned me about the elevators. According to them, one of the lifts occasionally stopped at a floor that didn't exist. I laughed it off as another urban legend created to entertain bored night workers.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
My Dead Grandfather Keeps Sending Me Letters
The First Letter Three months after my grandfather's funeral, the first letter arrived. The envelope carried his familiar handwriting, the same careful script I had seen on birthday cards and holiday notes. At first, I assumed someone in the family was playing a cruel joke. Then I noticed details nobody else could know. The letter mentioned a conversation we had shared alone beside a lake ten years earlier. It ended with a sentence: "Check the attic before next Tuesday. Trust me, please, Samuel."
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Watchmaker of Blackwood Lane
The coastal town of Oakhaven was known for its dense morning fog and its utter lack of excitement. That was until October 14th, when Alistair Vance vanished into thin air. Alistair was an eccentric, reclusive watchmaker who spent his days inside a cramped, three-story shop on Blackwood Lane. He rarely spoke to townspeople, except to deliver beautifully repaired antique pocket watches. When he failed to open his shop for three consecutive days, the local sheriff, Arthur Pendelton, decided to investigate. What he discovered inside didn't just spark a missing person investigation—it left the entire community questioning the very fabric of reality. --- Week 1: The Lock from the Inside Sheriff Pendelton expected to find a break-in or perhaps an elderly man who had fallen ill. Instead, he found the front door securely bolted from the inside with three heavy iron latches. After breaking through the window, the scene awaiting him was eerie. The shop was perfectly pristine. There were no signs of a struggle, no missing money from the cash register, and Alistair’s favorite woolen coat still hung by the door. On the workbench sat a half-eaten meal, with a cup of tea that had long gone cold. But the most disturbing detail was the sound. Alistair’s shop housed hundreds of clocks—grandfathers, cuckoos, and delicate pendulums. Usually, they filled the room with a chaotic symphony of ticks and tocks. Today, they were ticking in perfect, terrifying unison. Every single clock in the room beat at the exact same millisecond, like a collective mechanical heartbeat. Week 2: The Room That Kept No Real Time As the investigation deepened over the next forty-eight hours, forensic teams uncovered anomalies that baffled experts. * The Blueprint Discrepancy: When compared to the town’s official architectural blueprints, Alistair’s shop possessed a hidden architectural void—a four-foot gap between the second-floor workshop and the third-floor living quarters. * The Watch Project: On his main desk, Alistair had been working on a gold pocket watch unlike any seen before. It didn't have numbers. Instead, its face was engraved with complex astronomical constellations and ancient geometric symbols. When an officer picked up the gold watch, the collective ticking in the shop suddenly stopped. The silence was deafening. Even more bizarrely, when the forensics team checked their own digital wristwatches, they discovered that inside the shop, their modern watches had all slowed down, losing exactly twelve minutes per hour. Week 3: The Message in the Gears A week after the disappearance, a breakthrough came from an unexpected source: Alistair’s estranged apprentice, a young man named Julian. Armed with a magnifying glass, Julian began inspecting the gears of the unfinished astronomical watch. Deep within the microscopic mechanism, etched onto the main spring, was a hidden inscription. It wasn't a standard manufacturer’s mark. It was a hastily scratched sentence: "I have finally synchronized the friction. The gap between seconds is open. They are coming, or perhaps, I am already going." The date of the etching was exactly October 14th—the night Alistair vanished. --- The Verdict: An Unsolved Horizon Two years have passed since that foggy October night. The shop on Blackwood Lane remains locked, preserved as a historical anomaly. Extensive police searches using tracking dogs, infrared cameras, and structural demolition found no secret escape tunnels, no hidden rooms, and absolutely no trace of Alistair Vance's DNA outside his usual workspace. How does a man walk out of a room locked tightly from the inside without breaking a single window? Some locals believe Alistair was a victim of a meticulously planned foul play. Others whisper a much stranger theory in the local taverns: that the old watchmaker didn't escape through space, but rather through time itself, finding a way to step inside the very gears he spent a lifetime perfecting.
By Shoaib5 months ago in Fiction
Salubrious part 47
The subsequent weekend, the four friends went out together, namely, Pim and his new girlfriend Katrina, and Charlie and his boyfriend Allan.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 months ago in Fiction
The Village That Disappears Every Full Moon
A Story Nobody Believed I first heard about Hollow Creek from an elderly shopkeeper in a remote mountain town. I had stopped there while researching local legends for a travel blog that occasionally covered strange and unexplained places. When I asked if there were any interesting locations nearby, the old man hesitated before mentioning a village hidden deep within the forest. According to him, the village had existed for over two hundred years, yet very few outsiders had ever visited it. The reason, he explained, was simple and unbelievable: every time a full moon appeared in the sky, the entire village disappeared.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Dating App for Dead People Only Has One Active User: You
The notification appeared at 3:47 AM, which should have been my first clue. Nothing good arrives at 3:47 AM. Not texts, not calls, certainly not dating app alerts.
By Muhammad Sabeel5 months ago in Fiction
The Cartography of Deception
The first lie I ever told appeared on my left wrist the night I turned sixteen. It was small, just four words in a font so delicate it looked like a vein had risen to the surface: "I'm fine, thank you." I'd said it to my grandmother that morning, brushing off her concern about the bruise on my collarbone. The bruise was from a boy at school. The lie was from survival.
By Muhammad Sabeel5 months ago in Fiction
Swipe Right for the Apocalypse
The notification appeared at 6:47 AM, right between a spam alert for erectile dysfunction pills and a reminder that my Duolingo owl missed me.
By Muhammad Sabeel5 months ago in Fiction
Delighted You're Here
The town of Black Hollow appeared suddenly, as if it had been waiting beside the road for Maya Carter to arrive. She had been driving through endless miles of forest when her car began making a horrible grinding sound. The engine died less than a mile later, leaving her stranded beneath gray skies and a light drizzle.
By Mr How5 months ago in Fiction
I Inherited a House That Doesn't Exist on Any Map
An Unexpected Inheritance When my grandfather passed away, I expected to inherit little more than a few family photographs and some old furniture. Instead, I received a letter from a law firm informing me that he had left me a property hidden deep in the mountains. The news surprised everyone in the family. None of us had ever heard him mention owning another house. According to the documents, the property had belonged to him for more than forty years. Curious and slightly confused, I accepted the inheritance and decided to visit the place myself.
By Robert Redford5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voicemail My Father Never Meant Me to Hear
The Last Voicemail My Father Never Meant Me to Hear A routine phone backup uncovered a message that changed everything I thought I knew about my dad.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Fiction