Fan Fiction

My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text.
My Brother Passed Away in 1999. Last Night, He Sent Me a Text. I sat there for a minute, staring at the screen, my coffee growing cold in my cup. The message was brief: "Meet me where we buried the watch." No number. No contact name. But I knew that phrase like a scar—I was eleven when my brother whispered it to me the day before the accident. The day his car went off that cliff in 1999. We never found his body. We never found the watch. And now, twenty-six years later, my dead brother was texting me from a number that didn’t exist.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow Between Worlds
Chapter 1: Whispers of the Veil The crystalline spires of Aethel, the Realm of Eternal Light, shimmered under a sky that had lately grown dim. For centuries, Aethel had basked in perpetual luminescence, its magic drawn from the very essence of order and life. But now, a creeping chill, a subtle dimming, whispered of a fractured realm. Princess Elara, her silver hair a cascade against her azure robes, felt it more keenly than most. Her lineage was tied to the Wellspring of Aethel, the source of its elemental power, and its fading pulse was a sickness in her own soul.
By Sarwar Zebabout a year ago in Fiction
The Time Traveler of Rome
In the year 2457, the world had changed beyond imagination. Climate control domes covered major cities, artificial intelligence governed everything from education to traffic, and diseases were memories stored in history archives. Yet, with all the advances, humanity’s thirst for understanding the past had only deepened.
By Muhammad Jawadabout a year ago in Fiction
“The Last Starborn”
The galaxy was dying, and everyone knew it. Star systems once teeming with light now flickered like dying embers. The ancient energy known as “Celestia,” the force that powered civilization for millennia, was vanishing—siphoned away by something older than time itself. Some called it entropy. Others called it judgment.
By Waqas Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lion and the Lamb
In a faraway land where mountains kissed the skies and rivers sang gentle songs, there lived a mighty lion named Leo. He was the king of the forest, feared by all for his strength and roar. Yet deep in his heart, Leo longed for peace, not power.
By Ali Gauhar Ali Gauharabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day Fiction Came Alive
The morning fiction came alive started like any other. I was half-asleep, gripping my third cup of instant coffee, staring at the blinking cursor of Chapter 17. My protagonist, Rowan Vale, a former assassin turned reluctant hero, had just lost his best friend. I’d written the scene four different ways, deleted it each time. Nothing felt right.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
Mind Over Chatter
It started, as most bad ideas do, with a cosmic hiccup. Jason McIntyre, a 33-year-old insurance adjuster with a closet full of identical khaki pants, woke up on a Tuesday morning with the mother of all migraines. At first, he chalked it up to the questionable sushi he’d eaten while binge-watching nature documentaries the night before. But when he looked at his cat and heard, “You’re late with breakfast again, hairless servant,” Jason knew something had gone terribly, ridiculously wrong.
By Lucianabout a year ago in Fiction
I Have 90 billion Licking Gold
• Introduction In the ever-expanding universe of manga, new stories emerge that captivate readers with unique premises, engaging characters, and imaginative worlds. One such title that has been gaining notable attention is *I Have 90 billion Licking Gold*. While this manga might not yet be on everyone's radar, it offers a refreshing blend of fantasy, adventure, and character-driven storytelling that deserves more exploration. We will examine the plot, characters, and thematic elements of "I Have 90 billion Licking Gold" as well as its growing influence on the manga community in this article. ---
By Akib Akhterabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Velvet Sky
Elara had always heard the stars. Long before she could spell her name, she’d sit outside her grandmother’s cottage in the village of Virelle, wrapped in a shawl, listening. While other children chased fireflies and shouted through the dusk, Elara tilted her face toward the sky, still and silent. It wasn’t just beauty she found there, but something deeper. A rhythm. A murmur. As if the stars were breathing ancient secrets into the night.
By Love of momabout a year ago in Fiction
The cask of Amontillado
The thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult, I vowed revenge. You, who know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that I gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitively settled. But the very definitiveness with which it was resolved, precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish, but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
By Mohammad Romanabout a year ago in Fiction
When an Ant Falls from a Height
When an ant falls from a height, it usually does not suffer serious damage. This behavior is also known as the retrograde safety rule. There are several reasons for this:
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Life Lessons to Live by
Dog Guard Dog Capitan visited his master's tomb for six years. This faithful dog slept at the graveside of his deceased owner, Miguel Guzman, every single night following his death in 2006. After the funeral, Capitan disappeared, and the grieving family launched a thorough search to find him, putting up posters. Regrettably, the dog was not seen.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction