Fan Fiction
Where the colors met
The town of Aurelia was a grayscale place. Not metaphorically—literally. Everything in Aurelia, from the cobblestones to the sky, existed in muted shades of gray. The trees had leaves, but they were ash-toned. The roses grew, but bloomed in smoky charcoal. Even the people's clothing and skin seemed touched by some strange filter, washed out and dim.
By Sarwar Zeb2 years ago in Fiction
One Rainy Tuesday
Rain painted soft rivers on the windows of the little corner cafe, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of gray and green. Inside, the scent of wet pavement mixed with freshly ground coffee and the faint floral trace of chamomile tea. Mira sat at her usual table by the window, a well-worn copy of a poetry collection open in front of her, though she hadn’t read a line in the last fifteen minutes.
By Sarwar Zeb2 years ago in Fiction
When Dreams Remember
Elira had always felt the quiet pull of something just out of reach. It began in dreams—glimpses of a place she had never seen. A field of golden grass beneath a violet sky. The haunting sound of a melody carried on the wind. A boy with storm-grey eyes who looked at her as if she were the only thing that mattered. At first, they were fleeting. But soon, the dreams returned night after night, growing more vivid. The boy’s voice called her a name she didn’t recognize. And every morning, she woke with a deep ache in her chest, like mourning something she’d never had. When her grandmother passed away, Elira returned to the creaking old house where she'd spent her early childhood. The attic hadn’t changed. Dust lay thick on every surface, the air heavy with time. She didn’t know what she was looking for—only that the dreams had begun again the day her grandmother died. While digging through a trunk of faded letters and brittle photographs, her fingers brushed something cold. A silver locket, smooth and ornate, etched with unfamiliar symbols. She held it up to the dusty light, and as soon as it touched her skin, something pulsed inside her—like a heartbeat that wasn’t hers. The attic vanished. She stood in the golden field. The sky rippled like silk, violet clouds drifting above. Wind tugged at her hair, whispering her forgotten name. And there, just ahead, stood the boy. Kaelen. “You’ve returned,” he said softly, his voice trembling like a secret too long held. “But… you don’t remember me.” “I don’t know you,” Elira whispered, but her voice betrayed her. Part of her did. His eyes—grey like storms—did not accuse. They only mourned. “You were mine. And I was yours. Before the world broke us apart.” Each night after that, Elira returned to the dream. And Kaelen waited. He never begged her to remember. Instead, he told her stories—of a world torn by war, of a people called the Valeans, and of a Keeper who had sealed away her memories to protect dangerous knowledge. “You were the Keeper,” he told her once. “You chose to forget… to save lives.” In the waking world, Elira sought answers. She brought the locket to the library, where she met Callen, a quiet archivist with a scholar’s eyes. “These symbols are Valean,” he said, brushing dust from a heavy tome. “A lost language. A lost people. Wiped out in the Cataclysm War over two hundred years ago.” “That’s impossible,” Elira said. “I’ve seen them. I’ve… been there.” Callen stared at her. “Sometimes the past doesn’t die. Sometimes it waits—carried in blood, in dreams.” They searched together, uncovering forgotten texts, crumbling maps, and whispers of the Valean Keeper who vanished with the knowledge to end the war. All signs pointed to one truth—Elira hadn’t imagined the dreams. She was remembering. One night, as the wind hummed in the field, Kaelen took her hand. “You asked me once who you were.” She nodded, heart pounding. “You were the Keeper of Truth. You held the secrets that could stop the war. But others tried to take them. So you hid them—even from yourself. You left me… to save everything.” Pain sliced through her. “I left you alone.” He shook his head, gently. “You saved us all. But the world is waking again. And this time, you don’t have to carry it alone.” Following a hidden map found in the ruins of an ancient temple, Elira and Callen traveled to a forgotten mountain. At its peak, half-buried in snow and stone, stood a sealed chamber, humming with ancient energy. The locket glowed in her hand. As she pressed it into the carved indentation in the door, stone groaned and shifted. Inside, murals lined the walls—images of Elira in her past life, standing beside Kaelen, leading others, protecting a silver-bound book. The pedestal stood in the center, humming with power. She touched the book. And memory returned. The war. The betrayal. The moment she chose to forget. The love she left behind. Kaelen’s voice begging her not to go. She turned to Callen, tears streaking her cheeks. “This knowledge… it could save us. Or it could destroy everything again.” Callen met her gaze. “That’s not a burden you should carry alone.” Her fingers tightened around the book. “Then I won’t. I remember now. And I won’t forget again.” Kaelen’s voice echoed within her, soft and sure: “You’re not alone.” Elira stepped out of the temple, silver book in hand, the wind lifting her hair like a banner. The Keeper had awakened. This time, she would fight. This time, she would remember. And this time, love would not be lost to time.
By Kaleem Ullah2 years ago in Fiction
SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket launch
On May 13, 2025, at 1:02 a.m. EDT (0502 GMT), SpaceX successfully launched 28 Starlink internet satellites aboard a Falcon 9 rocket from Launch Complex 39A at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida. This mission marked a significant milestone as the Falcon 9 first-stage booster, designated B1067, completed its 28th flight, setting a new record for rocket reusability.
By raihan rifat2 years ago in Fiction
"Fragments of Farewell"
A Death in the Family: Finding Life After Loss Chapter One: The Phone Call It was a rainy evening when Emily’s phone rang. She was sitting at the small dining table in her apartment, a cup of lukewarm tea in her hands, staring out at the blurred cityscape. The phone’s ring cut through the silence, and a sudden chill crept up her spine.
By Muhammad Azeemullah2 years ago in Fiction
What Happens to Your Body if You Walk Just 20 Minutes a Day, According to Doctors
Walking is one of the simplest, most accessible forms of exercise—yet many people underestimate its power. You don’t need intense workouts or expensive gym memberships to improve your health. In fact, research shows that walking for just 20 minutes a day can lead to remarkable changes in your body, from boosting heart health to enhancing mental well-being.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy2 years ago in Fiction
“Beneath the Ashes”
Mira had always been the quiet one in the room. She wasn’t shy—just... invisible. She had learned to shrink herself in spaces where she didn’t feel invited. Her dreams were shelved in favor of what others thought was "best." At twenty-eight, she worked a job she tolerated, lived in a city she didn’t love, and gave herself permission to be only a fraction of who she truly was.
By Aima Charle2 years ago in Fiction
