Fan Fiction
Lessons in Love
The bell rang with its usual sharpness, signaling the start of yet another class. The classroom buzzed with chatter, notebooks flipping open, chairs scraping back into place. On the third bench near the window, Aarav adjusted his glasses and silently took out his economics textbook. He was always early—always prepared. He liked the order of things. But today, as the sun angled through the dusty panes and cast golden patches on the desks, something in the air felt different.
By Taslim Ullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Quest for Eldoria
Right smack in the thickest tangle of the Wildwood—seriously, the kind of place where the trees don’t just stand, they stare you down—there was this wolf, Kael. Dude rocked a coat blacker than a taxicab in midnight Manhattan, and those eyes? All amber and mysterious, picking up the weirdest glints from the strangest shadows. Most wolves stick with their squad, all cuddled up, chasing rabbits, whatever. Not Kael. Nah, legends chased him harder than he chased dinner. One legend—the shiniest, juiciest one—kept gnawing at his head: Eldoria. The lost city of gold. Basically, mythic bling hidden under some mountain, if you believe the bar talk.
By Cotheeka Srijonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Portal’s Edge Subtitle
Dang, the whole afternoon started off like any other—just four kids, bored outta their minds in the sticky summer heat. Maya, Eric, Lola, and Javier, all with nothing but flashlights, a couple granola bars shoved into deep pockets, plus the usual group bravado you get after years of sneaking around together. So, someone (probably Maya, because duh) goes, “Hey, wanna hit up the quarry?” Of course, they’re all in. No one says no to Maya, especially when her eyes get that spark, you know? Anyway, they’re crashing through knee-high weeds and kicking old stones, swapping dumb jokes, feeling invincible and basically immortal. No clue how wild things are about to get.
By Cotheeka Srijonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whispering Crown
Alright, let me take a swing at it— So, Eldoria—picture a kingdom that probably looks like it was snatched right outta some old storybook, all rolling hills and rivers that actually glitter in the sunlight. Sounds peaceful, right? Well, it kinda was, at least until Princess Lyra got involved. Lyra wasn’t your cliché royal, trust me. Forget ballgowns and tiaras—she'd rather be elbows deep in wildflowers (probably got dirt under her fingernails most days), weaving between trees like she belonged out there more than in a marble hall.
By Cotheeka Srijonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Flawed Beauty of Being Human
🌟 The Flawed Beauty of Being Human Have you ever made a mistake and felt like you weren’t good enough? Maybe you failed a test, forgot something important, or said something you didn’t mean. If you have, you’re not alone. We all mess up. We all get scared. We all feel unsure sometimes. But here’s a secret: that’s what makes us beautifully human.
By rokib ahmedabout a year ago in Fiction










