Fan Fiction

The Color of Lies
Detective Eli Voss didn’t need a polygraph machine. He didn’t need confessions or surveillance tapes. All he needed was to watch you speak.
By MANZOOR KHANabout a year ago in Fiction
🔥 The Dragon Baby 🔥
High above the Snowfang Mountains, where the air is thin and the clouds kiss the frozen peaks, a secret older than time itself stirred beneath a shroud of ice.
By Ghaniabout a year ago in Fiction
Joyful Splashes: A Child’s Delight in the Pool. AI-Generated.
The sun was high in the sky, shining brightly over the small village. It was summer vacation, and the air was hot and dry. Birds chirped lazily on the trees, and even the leaves seemed tired in the heat. But inside the little garden behind the Malik family’s house, laughter filled the air.
By Bilal Mohammadiabout a year ago in Fiction
From Ashes to Orchids
The morning she left, the sky didn’t cry. It should have. I watched her pack the last of her things—a red scarf, a framed photo, her orchid plant. She didn’t say goodbye. She only whispered, “Take care of yourself,” like a stranger who once knew the map of my heart and then forgot the directions.
By Leah Brookeabout a year ago in Fiction
Room 313
“Room 313 is cursed.” That’s what they whispered at Everlight Grand Hotel, where chandeliers sparkled and secrets clung to the walls like dust.
By Echoes by Shafi--about a year ago in Fiction
The Wood of the Dead
The Wood of the Dead Where the trees bury the living............ It starts with a whisper. Not from a person—but from the trees.
By The Hopeabout a year ago in Fiction
Lantern of Forgotten Roads
The night Karam lost his way wasn’t supposed to mean anything. He had only taken a turn too early, heading home from his uncle’s farm at the edge of the Khost valley. The stars were hidden behind heavy clouds, and the forest path looked different in the moonless dark. His phone had died hours ago. There was no signal anyway. Just trees, dirt, and shadows that felt too quiet.
By M Fawadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Room She Never Left
No one had stepped into the Greenway House in seventeen years. The shutters stayed bolted. The ivy climbed like a secret up its stone shoulders. Everyone in town passed it like a scar they no longer mentioned. And yet, some nights, lights flickered upstairs—just for a moment, like a pulse.
By Jawad Aliabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bookstore That Only Appeared on Rainy Days. AI-Generated.
It was the kind of place you'd think you imagined—a little crooked shop tucked between two larger buildings on a street you'd walked a hundred times before. But it was never there on sunny days. Only when the clouds turned gray and the scent of rain clung to the pavement would it appear.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
The Librarian’s Clock
Elias Whitlock had never planned to return to the old library. It had always felt more like a museum than a place to read—a grand, forgotten structure filled with dust, silence, and secrets. But when his grandfather, Arthur Whitlock, passed away, the town's only library and everything inside it was left to Elias. Along with it came a letter:
By Musawir Shahabout a year ago in Fiction
Death is a mystery (Episode 2)
DEATH IS A MYSTERY😔... But IT OFTEN SEND SIGNS BEFORE IT COMES 😔 (Episode 2) The village of UJUALA was cloaked in an uneasy silence following Elder Nneka's ominous declaration: “Tomorrow, at this same hour, one of you… will not be here.”
By Haya princessabout a year ago in Fiction
“Echoes of the Forgotten Clock
⏰ Chapter 1: The Clock Ticks Again No one in Elder Hollow had heard the town clock chime in over 37 years. It stood tall in the center of town, a rusted monument of forgotten time, wrapped in ivy and mystery. Some said the clock stopped the day Evelyn Hart vanished. Others believed it was just coincidence. But on the cold evening of November 12th, at exactly 6:00 PM, the clock ticked once—and rang.
By Misbah about a year ago in Fiction