Fan Fiction

City of Silence
Long ago, before the rise of nations or the carving of continents, there was a city unlike any other — Aeloria, the Heart of the Sea. It stood at the ocean’s edge, where stars dipped low and whispered secrets into the tide. Aeloria was a marvel of beauty and wisdom, its towers sculpted from coral and glass, its streets paved with pearl and lit by glowing shells that pulsed with the rhythm of the sea.
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Fiction
Eid ul-Adha.
Chapter 1: Introduction to Eid ul-Adha Eid ul-Adha, also known as the "Festival of Sacrifice," is one of the two most important Islamic holidays celebrated by Muslims across the globe. The other is Eid ul-Fitr, which marks the end of Ramadan. Eid ul-Adha commemorates the profound act of obedience and devotion exhibited by the Prophet Ibrahim (Abraham) when he was willing to sacrifice his son as commanded by Allah (God).
By Krypton about a year ago in Fiction
They Gave Me Hormones by Mistake — Until Then, It Was Just a Job
When Jason Vine first came face to face with Brigid Ardell it was a strange and unsettling experience. It was not least because of how the meeting had been arranged. He was doing amateur night at the drag club, encouraged by his roommate Darryl, an avid cross-dresser, and supported by his girlfriend Katie. It was she who suggested that he dress as a secretary and play a typing pool sketch to Dolly Parton's "9 to 5" wearing office clothes and understated makeup. Darryl would have preferred something more flamboyant. But it was well received, in particular by the man who approached Jason afterwards and asked to take his photograph in costume.
By Lena Jhonsonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Elevator Game
I was bored and scrolling TikTok when I saw a video about "The Elevator Game." One of those urban legends that sounded like pure nonsense: press a sequence of floor buttons, ride alone, and if done right, you'd be transported to another dimension.
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Love We Found in Autumn Rain
The Love We Found in Autumn Rain By Lila Hart It was raining the day I met him—one of those soft autumn rains that turns the city into a watercolor painting. Leaves clung to sidewalks like forgotten memories, and the air smelled like cinnamon and change.
By Lila Hartabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Future of Economy and Investment in a Rapidly Changing World"
🌐 The future of economics and investment in a rapidly changing world In this era of rapid technological advancements, shifting political alliances, and growing awareness of sustainable development, the global economy is undergoing an unprecedented transformation. Understanding this economic trajectory — and investing strategically — is more important than ever for individuals, businesses, and governments.
By Amdadul Haq Sardarabout a year ago in Fiction
Lion Skydives While the World Burns — Priorities, Anyone?. AI-Generated.
Because clearly, what the world really needed right now was a lion in a parachute. Yes, while inflation spikes, wars persist, climate warnings grow louder, and entire economies wobble on the brink — we’ve decided the most pressing topic of our time is whether or not a lion skydived. Let’s be honest: it’s not every day you get to see a jungle king gracefully plummet through the stratosphere with a GoPro strapped nearby. And if that doesn’t scream “human progress,” what does?
By EQCPAabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Lantern of Noor. AI-Generated.
In the quiet city of Noor—where the air once sang with stories and lanterns hung like stars—silence had become the new ruler. The streets that once danced with light were now soaked in shadows. People whispered that the city’s heart had gone cold ever since the Great Flame faded a hundred years ago. But no one remembered why.
By Muhammad Sohailabout a year ago in Fiction
Empty Chairs at the Kitchen Table
There were five chairs at the table, but only four of them were ever used now. The fifth one—the one closest to the window, where the morning light used to catch his laughter—remained untouched. A thin layer of dust had settled on its wooden slats, and no matter how many times she wiped it clean, it never felt right to sit there. Ethan’s chair. It had been two years since the accident. Two years of mornings where she still set out five plates out of habit, only to put one back when reality caught up with her. Two years of half-heard echoes—*"Pass the salt, Mom"*—vanishing before they fully formed. Her husband, Mark, pretended not to notice. He drank his coffee in silence, eyes fixed on the newspaper, as if avoiding the empty space would make it disappear. Their daughter, Lily, had stopped asking when her brother was coming home. But Claire? She still saw him everywhere. In the way the steam curled off a mug of hot chocolate—*his favorite*. In the way the wind chimes on the porch jingled at dusk—*just like his laugh*. In the way the house creaked at night, as if it, too, was waiting for footsteps that would never come. One evening, she found Lily sitting in Ethan’s chair, her small fingers tracing the scratches he’d left on the table years ago—a jagged line from when he’d tried to carve his initials with a butter knife. *"Mom,"* Lily whispered, *"does it hurt less yet?"* Claire opened her mouth to lie. But the words dissolved before they could take shape. Instead, she sank into the chair beside her daughter, gripping her coffee cup like an anchor, and stared at the empty space across from her. The truth was, grief wasn’t a storm you outran. It was the quiet, relentless tide that seeped into everything—the cracks in the walls, the silence between words, the untouched chair at the table where a boy should have been. And some days, the weight of that absence was the loudest thing in the room.
By Wiki Rjmabout a year ago in Fiction
When Stars Fell
The night it happened, the sky was clearer than anyone in the town of Elowen had ever seen. Not a single cloud dared smudge the velvet black canvas. The stars, for once, seemed closer—hung lower like silver fruits ready to be plucked.
By ABDU LLAHabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day I Chose Myself 💔
Anaya wasn’t looking for forever. She wasn’t the kind of girl who dreamed about big weddings or fairy-tale romances. All she ever wanted was something real. Honest love. Soft conversations. The kind of bond that felt like home.
By Elowen Ray about a year ago in Fiction
The Monkey and the Man
A long time ago, in a quiet village near a big forest, lived a friendly monkey named Kiki. Kiki was different from the other monkeys. While most monkeys stayed in the forest and were afraid of people, Kiki loved humans. He liked watching them talk, play, cook, and work. He found their world interesting and fun.
By Imran Khanabout a year ago in Fiction