Fan Fiction

"The Sound of Rain on Vinyl"
The Sound of Rain on Vinyl By [Zohaib Alam] Rain was falling again. It was the kind of rain that didn't hurry — slow, deliberate drops that tapped on windows like they had all the time in the world.
By Zohaib Alamabout a year ago in Fiction
"Ding_Dong"
“Ding dong” is a sound we often hear in our daily lives. It may come from a doorbell, a clock, or even a game. Though it sounds small, this two-word sound holds big meaning. It can show someone is arriving, time is passing, or fun is starting. In this blog, we will explore the world of “ding dong” and how it connects to our lives.
By aadam khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Honest Hustler – Jamal’s Road to Halal Success
In the narrow streets of Lahore, lived a young man named Jamal. He was 19, full of dreams, but without money, education, or support. His father had passed away when he was 13, and from that day, he became the “man of the house.”
By Waqif Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sound of My Mother's Shoes
--- I was thirteen when my mother disappeared. No note. No packed suitcase. No arguments. Just gone. Dad told me she left us, but I never believed that. Not really.
By Izazkhanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day Kindness Paid for Coffee
It Began with Rain and a Stranger The sky wept softly that morning — a silver curtain of rain falling over the quiet city.
By Shafi Ullah Darweshabout a year ago in Fiction
The Simpsons Marge Death: What’s Really Going On and Why Everyone’s Talking About It. AI-Generated.
introduction: If you’ve been on the internet lately or you're someone who dives into pop culture news regularly, you’ve probably seen whispers (or loud conversations) about “Marge Simpson's death.” That sentence alone is enough to make any longtime The Simpsons fan freeze mid-sip of their soda. After all, Marge is the heart of the Simpson family—kind, patient (mostly), and the one who keeps Homer from blowing up the town every other episode.
By Muhammad Aizazabout a year ago in Fiction
The Best Goodbye I Never Said
The Best Goodbye I Never Said The last time I saw my father, we didn’t speak. Not because we were angry. Not because we had nothing to say.
By Shafi Ullah Darweshabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last War We Almost Fought
The Last War We Almost Fought My grandfather used to tell me stories about war. He fought in one. Lost friends in another. And spent the rest of his life hoping we’d never see another one again.
By Shafi Ullah Darweshabout a year ago in Fiction
How To Disappear: Part One
(Trigger warning: mentions of suicide, self-harm, homophobia, and bullying behavior) ~ Three days ago, Gabriel Hernandez threw himself from the fourth floor of his school building. The time was precisely four o’clock in the afternoon. He unlatched a window in the art classroom, stepped out onto the ledge, and jumped a distance of fifty feet down, landing on the concrete below.
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Laughed When the World Slept
Some nights, the quiet holds a secret, and if you listen closely, you’ll hear her laugh. They say the town of Marrow’s End falls silent after midnight. The streets empty, the windows darken, and the only sound is the soft hum of the wind weaving through the cracks in the old wooden houses. But there’s one exception — a sound no one can explain and no one ever talks about. A laugh, ringing clear and sharp, slicing through the silence like a blade.
By Muhammad Ilyasabout a year ago in Fiction
24 Hours Unplugged: How a Day Without Technology Changed Me”. Content Warning.
A Day Without Any Technology – A Challenge-Based Experience I never realized how loud silence could be until the moment I turned my phone off.
By Drone Wavesabout a year ago in Fiction
Niva's Task
Niva is a snow leopard who lives in the Himalayan Mountains, over 18,000 feet up in the air where very few ever dare to venture. She has made her home in the crags of two overhanging rocks where her two little cubs wait for her patiently. However, patience doesn't last long for the young and soon their are crying for something to eat. Niva rushes from her perch to soothe them before she decides to make the trek out to her favorite hunting grounds. Traveling in this cold mountain habitat is very precarious journey, but Niva has cubs to feed and can't back down no matter the cost.
By Toby Hewardabout a year ago in Fiction