Fan Fiction

The Clock That Turned Back Time—But Only Once
The Clock That Turned Back Time—But Only Once The first time I noticed the clock, I was six. It sat on my grandmother’s mantel, a heavy brass piece with Roman numerals, carved ivy leaves, and a glass face clouded by age. It never moved. Not even a twitch.
By Hamidabout a year ago in Fiction
When the Rain Forgets to Fall
The monsoons had always been on time in the small town of Sitapur. Year after year, without fail, dark clouds would gather like old friends at a reunion, thunder would roll like distant drums of a marching band, and the scent of wet earth would rise as if nature were breathing in relief. But that year, the rain forgot to come.
By shittu adeolaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Bench
The Bench Where Loneliness Waits, and Kindness Finds Its Way The fog rolled in like a damp blanket, shrouding the forest in a chilling mist. The trees, once green and vibrant, now stood as skeletal sentinels, their branches etched against the gray sky like bony fingers. A lone bench, weathered to a soft silver, sat nestled among the trees, a solitary haven for those who sought refuge from the world.
By Julia Christaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Village That Answered No One
THE VILLAGE THAT ANSWERED NO ONE Written by Haroon Bahramzai Somewhere in the fog-soaked valleys of northern Europe, tucked between two forested hills where GPS signals fade and birds fly cautiously, there once stood a village called Eld hollow.
By Haroon Bahramzaiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Slave Who Knew the Stars
Once upon a time, in the ancient kingdom of Zaheerabad, nestled between black mountains and golden deserts, lived a Prince named Kamraan, son of the mighty King Ubaid. The Prince was fair in face and feared in sword, taught in the philosophies of men but untouched by the lives of those beneath him. The palace was carved from marble, adorned with silk and mirrors, but behind its glistening curtains brewed storms invisible to the blind.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Garden of Mirrors: A Tale of Two Thrones
Part I: The Echoes of the Orchard In an ancient land where rivers whispered secrets and mountains bore silent witness to time, there existed two mighty kingdoms, separated by a sea of sand and centuries of silence. One was Zahran, a land veiled in mist, where the people believed that dreams were fragments of lost truths. The other was Elburz, whose people trusted only what the eye could see and the hand could hold.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Butterflies in the Sunshine
In the rolling hills of Tuscany, Italy, in the summer of 2024, the sun bathed the fields in golden light, and butterflies danced like flecks of living color. For 17-year-old Sofia, this landscape was both a refuge and a challenge—a place to heal from a past that still clung to her like a shadow. Her story, woven with moments of quiet courage and newfound connections, would unfold under the wings of butterflies, in the warmth of the sunshine.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
Silent Struggles and Nigerian Roots
In the bustling streets of Lagos, Nigeria, in 2023, Amara stood at the edge of Yaba Market, her camera slung over her shoulder. At 27, she was a freelance photojournalist, capturing stories that the world often overlooked. Her latest project was personal—a documentary on the silent struggles of Nigeria’s queer community, a group forced to navigate a society where their existence was criminalized under the 2014 Same-Sex Marriage Prohibition Act. Amara’s own identity as a bisexual woman fueled her passion, but it also made her work dangerous. Her Nigerian roots, intertwined with her love for her culture and her fight for justice, were the threads that wove her story.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Silent Bell of Khorasan
Once, in the dusty and sun-scorned province of Khorasan, when the crescent moon hung like a blade in the heavens and kings were named after lions but ruled like foxes, there lived a monarch known as King Zulfiqar the Just—a title given not by the people, but carved in golden plates by his own court poets.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cursed Goblet of Ghumra
Once, in the sun-baked kingdom of Ghumra, ruled a king whose name was Gharsheed—adorned in jewels, feared by thousands, praised by poets who were whipped if they dared otherwise. The throne was carved of tusks, the court was of gold, and the prisons—of bone. Justice, in his realm, was a servant that limped. Mercy was blind, and wisdom wore shackles.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Perfume of the Slave
Once, in the time when kings ruled with iron fists but claimed to wear velvet gloves, there was a land called Khumyar, veiled in gold but rotting beneath. Its courtyards echoed with poetry while its prisons bled with silence. The king, Jalib the Proud, had a beard as thick as his cruelty and eyes that glistened with suspicion. His court was filled not with wise men but with flatterers dressed as philosophers. The pen was praised, but the sword decided justice.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Fiction
"Echoes of Tomorrow
In the year 2025, the world stood at a precipice. Climate change had escalated to a point where once-thriving ecosystems were now barren deserts, and coastal cities had become submerged relics of a bygone era. Yet, amid this environmental chaos, a glimmer of hope emerged from an unexpected source.
By ABDU LLAHabout a year ago in Fiction