Fan Fiction
Duty Over Grief in Tibet
Waris is considered to be the first Igu (priest) of Idu Mishmi community. He was a famous, accomplished and powerful Igu and his fame had spread far and wide. Once an epidemic spread in Tibet. People were dying of dysentery. Almost half the population of Tibet was getting affected by it, so Waris was called to cure the people there. Waris left his old mother, young wife and children and went to Tibet. Before leaving, he made a hawk named Ishru his informer and gave him the responsibility of giving information about the family every moment. The epidemic had spread in such a terrible form in Tibet that Waris had to stay there for years. Then one day his informer hawk Ishru came and told him the sad news. He told that his child is no more. He became very sad on hearing this, but realizing his responsibility was bigger than his sorrow, he said to Ishru, My wife and I can have children again and I can also marry another wife, but it is more important for me to stay here. The people here need me. So you go and bring any new news if you have it. Ishru returned.
By Nikita Angelabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers from the Dark Drift
In the year 2142, Earth was no longer the center of civilization. Humanity had spread across the solar system, building domed cities on Mars, mining colonies on Jupiter’s moons, and floating research stations in the orbit of Saturn. But in all that advancement, something deeply human was lost — the hunger for wonder.
By ABDULLAH AL LOKMANabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mirror Room
The locals called it Marrow House. Tucked deep in the pine forests on the edge of town, the Victorian mansion had long been abandoned. Children dared each other to run up to its rusted gates. Teenagers used it as a backdrop for ghost stories.
By Muhammad Hamza Safiabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Hidden Past
Clara Bennett was the walking definition of “average high school student”—not a queen bee, not a total outcast, but wobbling somewhere in that weird middle lane. She tiptoed her way through Ridgewood High, half-glued to her grades, half-terrified of accidentally bumping into someone popular. Honestly? The highlight of her week was splitting fries with friends at that run-down café after class. But deep down, she wanted more. Not just “new nail polish” more, but the kind of “risk your neck, change your story” more.
By Cotheeka Srijonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Echoes of Time
Martin Wells’ study looked like a bomb went off. Stacks of old physics journals and coffee-stained blueprints tumbled around him, all bathed in the sort of weak lamplight that makes everything feel faintly haunted. He sat there, jittery as hell, about to flip on his time machine. Imagine that: a lifetime tinkering with equations, chasing the wildest idea—then suddenly you’re sittin’ right on the edge of it. Just another Tuesday? Not even close.
By Cotheeka Srijonabout a year ago in Fiction
