Fan Fiction

The Secret I Never Told My Best Friend
We all have that one person, don’t we? The one who knows us better than anyone else, who’s seen us at our best and our worst, who’s been there through thick and thin. For me, that person was Sarah. We met in high school, and from that first conversation, I knew we’d be inseparable. We laughed together, cried together, fought, made up, and grew up side by side. We were best friends. No question.
By Izazkhanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day Humanity Died
Story: It didn’t happen suddenly. No explosions, no alien invasions, no nuclear fallout. The end began in whispers. Not of war… but of disinterest. On the morning of October 14th, 2031, the world still looked normal. People sipped their coffees, scrolled mindlessly, and posted photos of their breakfasts while the real apocalypse simmered beneath the surface—quietly, invisibly. In a small town called Elmoor, population 34,000, something strange was reported. Every child under the age of ten had stopped speaking. Not one. Not two. All. Doctors blamed it on a rare psychological contagion. The media called it “Silent Syndrome.” The first warning. Ignored. Two days later, the elderly began disappearing. No trace. No footprints. Not a body found. Just their empty clothes folded neatly on their beds. It made headlines for six hours—until a celebrity scandal pushed it down. The second warning. Dismissed. A week passed. Farmers across continents reported something bizarre: seeds wouldn’t sprout. The Earth had stopped responding. Soil tested fine. No contamination. But no life emerged. Still, the markets ran. The ads rolled. The influencers danced. The third warning. Mocked. Then came the birds. One by one, species vanished. Crows were the last to go. Their cries were deafening the night before they disappeared—as if they were trying to say something we no longer knew how to hear. Still, humanity refused to pause. Because the Wi-Fi still worked. And the sales were still on. And no one wanted to believe the world was unraveling—because that would mean they’d have to do something. In a flat on the 12th floor of a grey building, lived a man named Idris. A 38-year-old freelance web designer with no attachments. He was what the world called “neutral.” He didn’t hate. Didn’t love. Just existed. He kept his head down, did his work, and avoided anything that asked for emotion or action. When his neighbor, an old woman named Miss Clara, knocked on his door crying that her granddaughter had stopped breathing—not died, just stopped breathing—he turned up his music and waited for her to leave. That night, Idris had a dream. He stood in a city square, alone. The buildings were crumbling. The sky flickered like an old television. And voices whispered, “Where were you?” He woke up sweating. But by morning, he had forgotten. The next global trend was The Fade. People began losing their reflections. First, it was considered an online hoax. Then it happened to news anchors—live. Scientists couldn’t explain it. People without reflections still walked, talked, functioned—but seemed emptier. Hollow. A massive protest broke out in London. Thousands gathered, demanding answers. Demanding truth. By the evening, every protester vanished. Just like the elderly. Governments fell silent. There were no more press conferences. Only static on state channels. And then... the final silence arrived. People began looking at each other like strangers. Not with anger. Not even fear. Just apathy. A mother stared at her crying child and did nothing. A man walked past a collapsed stranger without blinking. A teacher watched her students vanish one by one—and kept writing on the board. Idris noticed it too. The absence of soul. People were still alive. Still breathing. But whatever made them human was… gone. He tried to scream at them. Shake them. He wept in public, hoping someone—anyone—would show some reaction. Nothing. In desperation, he ran to the old bookstore where he once saw Miss Clara buying poetry. She was there, sitting silently, staring at a blank page. “Do you remember?” he asked her. She turned, slowly. Her eyes were dim, her voice like paper. “Remember what?” He didn’t know how to answer. He returned home and turned on his screen. Every channel was blank, except one. A black screen with white letters that read: > “This is not the end of the world. This is the end of its heart.” Beneath that was a date: October 28th. Three days from now. Idris sat in his chair. Thought about everything he didn’t do. The causes he ignored. The people he ghosted. The suffering he scrolled past. All the times he could’ve spoken up—but stayed silent. And in that moment, he realized the horrifying truth: The world didn’t die because of violence. It died because of neglect. Because no one cared enough to save it. Because everyone thought someone else would. October 28th came. At exactly 7:00 PM, the skies turned white. Not bright—white. A hollow silence covered the Earth. Cities stopped. Hearts stopped. But not Idris. He stood on the same square from his dream. He looked up and screamed—not in fear, but in apology. And for a second, the sky pulsed. Just once. A flicker of mercy. Or maybe memory. No one knows if the world ended that day or just rebooted into something else. But one thing’s certain. It wasn’t a meteor. It wasn’t fire. It wasn’t war. It was indifference. That was the day humanity died.
By TrueVocalabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lesser Ones Remember. Content Warning.
When the World Blinked The road hummed like a tuning fork beneath the tyres — constant, familiar, deceptively ordinary. He'd always hated that feeling: ordinariness. A trap. He used to say that if you listen closely, silence isn't empty — it's hiding something.
By TechHermitabout a year ago in Fiction
The Letters I Never Sent
I’ve always believed that we say the most honest things when no one is listening. Maybe that’s why I started writing letters I never planned to send. Some were written in anger, some in tears, and some out of love I never had the courage to speak. But the most important letter I ever wrote was to my father—the man I stopped talking to the day he left.
By Izazkhanabout a year ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Know I Needed Help Until She Offered It
It was a Tuesday evening like any other—or so I thought. I had just left work, tired from a long day of smiling through meetings and replying to emails I barely cared about. The city buzzed around me: honking cars, tired footsteps, and glowing signs. I walked the same route I did every day, earbuds in, coat zipped up, pretending I was fine. Pretending I had it all together.
By MR.THOMASabout a year ago in Fiction
storyline: chaos and hatred,
the show kicks off backstage with jason,sara and danny and its revealed that jason will face gary in a huge match and then danny poses the qesution of who is he gonna face. suddenly a man off screen says how bout we run things back. danny turns to face his former friend/rival carson. the crowd pops heavenly. after they do some friendly trash talk the forshadow is heavenly implied because jason and carson come face to face with both trying to out do each other with back handed complients until sara breaks it up.
By josh napperabout a year ago in Fiction
The Town That Traded Shadows A whimsical tale of mystery, light, and laughter
There was a town so sunny, the clouds had all packed up and left. They said it hurt their eyes to float above such cheerfulness, and who could blame them? Every house was painted the color of candy—peppermint roofs, lemon-drop doors, cotton-candy chimneys puffing vanilla-scented smoke.
By kritsanaphonabout a year ago in Fiction
Greedy businessman
A merchant had seven sons but no daughter. This merchant was so greedy and miserly that he never gave a single rupee to the poor and the needy. He loved money more than anything else.
By Abid Nazariabout a year ago in Fiction
Imagination
When Maya was seven, she built a castle out of couch cushions and ruled over it with a crown made from silver pipe cleaners. To the world, it was an untidy living room on a rainy afternoon, but to Maya, it was a fortress of magic and possibility. She never needed much—just a quiet corner, a spark of thought, and the freedom to let it wander.
By Nomiabout a year ago in Fiction
Lost in Paris
When Ava Turner landed in Paris, she wasn’t chasing romance or the Eiffel Tower glow. She was chasing silence—a break from the noise of New York City and the recent hum of heartbreak that had turned her apartment into an echo chamber of memories.
By HUBREXXabout a year ago in Fiction
series finale of the family we created
josh goes to save Hannah and hunter however the odds are not in their favor and they are taken down as each attack on zack seemily does no damange at all. his boys take them out to the junkyard to end things once and for all. zack tells them that the are just 3 basic humans your not a protector (hunter) a angel (Hannah) or a prince (josh). zack puts the gun on joshs head but josh asks him at the last minute who he is. zack laughs as he reveals the truth we all figured out. he was behind the death of Hannah and hunter father, he was behind many of the attacks on joshs family and freinds as well as many many more evil actions. josh gathers himself while still looking down towards the ground he says did you catch that. zack ponders what he meant. the camera pans in on hananh who for the first time this season finally smiles. she tells zack that you just confessed to attacking me, killing my father and a whole lot of crimes against the people he considers his family...do you still think your safe from the man that does anytning for his fam. josh starts making pissed off noises as zack looks confused at josh and hunter points out that hes a cop so he doesn't wanna be nice to a crimal espcailly one that killed his dad but you might wanna start running. josh breaks out of the ropes and quickly overpowers zack. zack boys quickly step to stand between the three and their leader. zack meantions that they are out numbered and that he destroyed joshs family and he also destroyed hannahs family. he goes to turn to walk away but jossh replies that he was right he destroyed my family and you destroyed hannahs family however you forgot about one family. everyone looks around confused. hannah simply states "our family." a call back to Hannah saying their never be a family. suddenly from all around the junkyard appears their family. of course its not their blood family members but its the family that have built on their own and how they are all connected somehow.their allies and their long time rivals all standing together. its like a avenger endgame scene.
By josh napperabout a year ago in Fiction
Ali and the Wisdom Beneath the Floorboards"
A long time ago, in a small village nestled between quiet hills and thick bamboo forests, there lived a humble farmer named Haruki. He wasn’t rich or famous, but he worked hard and treated others with kindness. Most of all, he loved his mother, Aiko, who had raised him alone after his father died young.
By Izazkhanabout a year ago in Fiction