Fan Fiction
Hidden history
My mother never talked about her mother. “She died when I was a baby,” was the only explanation I ever got. And whenever I pushed, her expression tightened into a wall of silence I learned not to scale. But on my 30th birthday, everything changed. A package arrived. No return address. Inside was an old wooden box, the kind you’d expect to find in a war museum—worn, scarred, and sealed with a rusted clasp. No note. Just a single photograph tucked into the lid: a young woman in a British military uniform, holding a child. Written on the back in faded ink: “To Clara. For the truth she deserves.” Clara is my mother’s name. The next day, I asked her about it. She went pale when she saw the picture. “Where did you get this?” “I thought you didn’t have any photos of your mother.” She didn’t answer. Her hands trembled as she took the box, slowly opening it. Inside were war documents. Identity papers, ration cards, a pocket diary, and a faded armband with the letters SOE—Special Operations Executive. “What is all this?” I asked. She whispered, “This… this was my mother’s.” --- The diary inside belonged to Evelyn Grace, born 1920, died—well, no one knew when. Her last entry was dated March 15, 1944. She wrote of coded messages, covert missions in Nazi-occupied France, and a final assignment that went “horribly wrong.” There were no details, only a single cryptic line: > “They buried the truth with the bodies. But history never stays hidden forever.” That night, I couldn’t sleep. I read the diary over and over again. Evelyn—my grandmother—hadn’t just disappeared. She had vanished during an undercover operation, and someone had gone to great lengths to erase her from the record. But why? --- I took a week off work and traveled to Arisaig, Scotland, where the SOE had trained agents during the war. A local historian named Malcolm was kind enough to meet me at the town library. “You're Evelyn Grace’s granddaughter?” he asked, after I explained why I was there. “Well, she was a legend around here. But an unofficial one.” He pulled a worn binder off the shelf and flipped it open to a page marked “Disavowed Missions.” “She was deployed in 1944 under false papers. The last anyone saw of her, she was headed toward Saint-Lô, France. The mission went dark, and the operation was buried. Officially, it never happened.” “Why bury it?” “Because something went wrong,” he said. “Something that embarrassed the British government, most likely. Or something too dangerous to admit.” Then he handed me a slip of paper. “If you’re serious about this, there’s someone else you should meet. Lives up near the coast. Name’s Elsie Ward. She trained with your grandmother.” --- Elsie was 102 years old, sharp as glass, and greeted me with: “About damn time someone came asking.” She showed me a locket with two pictures: one of Evelyn, and one of a baby. “She had a daughter,” Elsie said. “They told her the child was stillborn. It was a lie. They took the baby to protect her from retaliation—Gestapo had Evelyn marked. That baby… was your mother.” My breath caught. “You’re saying she survived?” “She did more than survive,” Elsie said, patting my hand. “She lived a quiet life, thinking her mother abandoned her. But Evelyn gave everything to keep her safe. That’s the hidden history no one wrote down.” --- I flew home with copies of Evelyn’s file, a digital scan of the diary, and a heart bursting with questions. I sat down with my mother and told her everything. She cried for hours. “They told me I was an orphan. No family. No legacy. I spent my whole life wondering why she didn’t want me.” “She did,” I said. “She gave her life for you.” And finally, my mother understood. Not just where she came from—but who she came from. --- I’m writing Evelyn’s story now, not just for Vocal but for history. Because some truths deserve to be told. Because not every hero wears medals. And because hidden history, once unearthed, can change everything. --- If you believe in sharing forgotten voices, please leave a like or comment below—and let’s make sure stories like Evelyn’s are never buried again.
By Love of mom2 years ago in Fiction
Faceless Night [Part 2].. Content Warning.
*** The color was a shiny black, as dark as the night. He walked among the dry branches soaked by the rain. Only the two pearl-like orbs on his face, his eyes, could be taken with him anywhere. He moved through the bushes and once again his body twisted to gaze at the cloudy sky, hoping the full moon would never appear. Hoping the rain would finally favor the curse that condemned him. Hoping to keep watching his lover's body only in the form of a black cat. He tried to meow, but his voice suddenly grew heavy, no longer resembling that of a cat. He tried to retreat, sneaking his body back into the bushes, to avoid the full moon's light.
By Shafa Ichwanus2 years ago in Fiction
"The Sound of an Empty Room"
In the Stillness, I Found Her Memory I never thought silence could be so loud. It’s the kind of silence that sits heavily in the chest, curling into your ribs and resting behind your eyes. After she was gone, I found myself wandering through rooms that used to feel full—of laughter, music, whispered arguments, and the shuffle of morning feet. Now, all that was left was the sound of nothing. The sound of an empty room.
By Waqas Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Bad blood
David and Emma looked at each other across the table. The young couple were happy: the food was delicious, the light from the candles was soft and the music was perfect. David looked at Emma's beautiful smile. All the pain of his last break-up disappeared. All his doubts and fears about love had gone. His hand reached out and touched hers. 'I want to ask you something.' David searched her eyes. Could she guess what was coming? Her smile made him feel brave. She held his hand. 'Don't worry. Whatever it is, I'll probably say yes!' He felt so excited. He was about to ask the most important question of his life. From the corner of the restaurant, a strange man watched them. He sat very still at his table. He held a menu but he wasn't reading it. Instead, his cold eyes looked only at the young couple. Back at their table, David suddenly felt nervous. 'Excuse me,' he said to Emma. He pushed his chair back and went to the toilet. As he looked in the mirror, he told himself: 'Come on, David, come on! You can do this, mate! She's crazy about you!' Feeling ready, he went out of the bathroom. He almost walked into the extremely tall man who was waiting by the door. The man's eyes were a cold, bright blue. His face was pale with a sharp, pointed nose and thin, pale lips. 'Oh, sorry!' said David. 'Which one?' the man hissed. He spoke with a strong and strange accent. David had never heard that accent before. For a moment, David was confused. Then he realised what the other man meant. 'Oh … this one!' said David, helpfully. 'This is the men's toilet!' David went back into the restaurant. He reached for the ring in a box in his pocket. It was time to ask her! ... The taxi ride home was wonderful. The happy couple discussed their future life together. They shared their sweet feelings about each other. 'The night I asked you to marry me!' said David. 'The night I said yes!' replied Emma. 'Just think, our whole lives together!' 'Sharing, caring, …' he began. '... loving, giving!' Emma finished his sentence. They smiled at each other in loving excitement. 'You are so wonderful!' said David. 'And you're absolutely beautiful!' said Emma. 'I've never met anyone so lovely and kind! I'm so happy I could sing!'
By IRSHAD MUHAMMAD2 years ago in Fiction
Defeating Divorce
Part 1: The Fracture The silence in the kitchen was not just the absence of words; it was the echo of a love unraveling. Angela stirred her coffee without drinking it. Across from her sat Mark, flipping through the news on his phone, though he hadn’t read a word. The tension wasn’t new—it had grown like ivy, slow and stubborn, over the past three years. What began as petty arguments had calcified into emotional distance. Angela finally broke the silence. Do you think we’re still in love? she asked, her voice flat. Mark didn’t look up. I don’t know.
By Sarwar Zeb2 years ago in Fiction
Tiger Spirit of the Old Shop. Content Warning.
''Tiger Spirit of Old Shop'' Deep inside the forest of the northern highland,''Philip'', a middle-aged man and an old hunter in the village of Ban Huai Piang, was there. He resided with his wife and children in a hut at the extremity of a rice field. Despite all of it's bad, one thing that kept Philip strong enough to keep fighting was the smile of his little son and the sound of his wife's laughter, she always sent food and water for him when he would sit in the middle of the forest.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
**Lainey Wilson’s Top Honors at the 2025 ACM Awards and Rascal Flatts with Backstreet Boys’ Closing Performance**
Rascal Flatts with Backstreet Boys' Closing Performance and Lainey Wilson's Top Honors at the 2025 ACM Awards The 60th Academy of Country Music (ACM) Awards were held in Frisco, Texas, on May 8, 2025, at the Ford Center at The Star. It was a star-studded and historic evening. The event blended new and veteran country music artists with unexpected collaborations and emotional moments, creating an unforgettable night. This year’s ceremony saw Lainey Wilson claiming top honors, captivating everyone’s attention, while Rascal Flatts and Backstreet Boys’ joint closing performance left the audience in awe. The highlights of the event, Lainey Wilson's victories, and performances by Rascal Flatts and Backstreet Boys are all detailed in this report. Lainey Wilson’s Remarkable Triumph Lainey Wilson, a shining star in country music, dominated the 2025 ACM Awards by winning multiple categories, making the night her own. She won Album of the Year (for her album "Whirlwind"), Female Artist of the Year, Artist-Songwriter of the Year, and Entertainer of the Year. These victories marked her as the only female artist in country music history to win Entertainer of the Year two consecutive years, a feat achieved by a female artist for the first time in a decade. These wins are a testament to Lainey’s talent, hard work, and deep connection with her fans. A particularly poignant moment came when Reba McEntire and Miranda Lambert surprised Lainey backstage to present her with the Artist-Songwriter of the Year award. This moment was deeply emotional, as these three women—representing three generations of country music—came together. Reflecting on the moment, Lainey said, “We were all standing on stage together, trying to hold back tears. We felt the strength and were thrilled to share the stage with each other.” She added that she hopes this moment inspires young girls who dream big, showing that women can achieve extraordinary things when they work together. Lainey also took the stage with Reba McEntire and Miranda Lambert for the premiere performance of her new song *Trailblazer*. One of the most talked-about moments of the evening was this performance, which demonstrated the power of female artists and the unity of three generations of country music. Lainey’s album *Whirlwind* and her hit song *4x4xU* earned her seven nominations this year, placing her among the most nominated artists, second only to Ella Langley. Rascal Flatts and Backstreet Boys’ Closing Performance The closing moment of the ceremony was an unexpected and thrilling collaboration when beloved country music band Rascal Flatts joined forces with 2000s pop icons Backstreet Boys on stage. They delivered an emotional performance of Rascal Flatts’ iconic song *What Hurts The Most*, captivating the audience. This collaboration is part of Rascal Flatts’ upcoming album *Life Is A Highway: Refueled Duets*, where they have reimagined their popular songs with various artists. Their performance with Backstreet Boys not only featured *What Hurts The Most* but also included a surprise element, making it an unforgettable experience for the audience. Backstreet Boys’ Brian Littrell and Kevin Richardson shared the backstory of this collaboration, saying, “We’ve crossed paths with Rascal Flatts over the past 20 years. They reached out and said, ‘We want you to sing a song with us.’ We asked, ‘Which song?’ They said, ‘You pick.’ We chose *What Hurts The Most* because it’s a classic and a perfect fit for us.” This performance bridged country and pop music, uniting fans of both genres. Rascal Flatts’ performance was part of the promotion for their new album, set for release on June 6. The album features collaborations with artists like Blake Shelton, Kelly Clarkson, and Jonas Brothers, in addition to Backstreet Boys. Meanwhile, Backstreet Boys are celebrating the 25th anniversary of their *Millennium* album, which includes new songs and remastered tracks. The coming together of these two bands made the 60th anniversary of the ACM Awards even more special. Other Highlights of the Event The ceremony wasn’t just memorable for Lainey Wilson or Rascal Flatts and Backstreet Boys; it was also celebrated for several other notable moments. The event kicked off with a 14-minute *Songs of the Decades* medley performance, featuring Reba McEntire, Clint Black, Dan + Shay, Wynonna Judd, LeAnn Rimes, and Sugarland performing ACM Song of the Year winners from six decades. This performance celebrated the rich history of country music. Additionally, collaborations like Jelly Roll and Shaboozey, Brooks & Dunn with Cody Johnson, and a tribute to Keith Urban by Brothers Osborne, Megan Moroney, and Chris Stapleton added vibrancy to the event. The ACM Triple Crown Award, given to artists who have won New Artist, Artist of the Year, and Entertainer of the Year awards, was presented to Keith Urban. Conclusion The 2025 ACM Awards were a celebration of country music’s tradition and emerging talent. Lainey Wilson’s multiple award wins and emotional performance solidified her place at the top of the industry. Meanwhile, Rascal Flatts and Backstreet Boys’ closing performance brought together different musical genres, delivering an unforgettable finale for the audience. Reba McEntire’s hosting, star-studded performances, and the blend of new and veteran artists marked this event as a milestone in country music history.
By TABIT TUHAN2 years ago in Fiction
Digital Detox: How Unplugging Rewired My Life
I didn’t know I had a problem until I tried to let go. It all started when I checked my screen time report on a random Sunday morning. I had just woken up and, like every other day, reached for my phone before I even got out of bed. My fingers tapped through muscle memory—Instagram, WhatsApp, Twitter, TikTok. Then I paused on the notification: “Your screen time this week was 9 hours and 43 minutes per day.”
By Muhammad Shayan Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Elevate Your Life
The Turning Point: A Journey to a Better Self" Arman Ahmed was a 27-year-old graphic designer working in a mid-level advertising firm in Lahore. From the outside, his life seemed decent: a stable job, a small circle of friends, and an apartment in a peaceful neighborhood. But inside, Arman felt a quiet storm brewing. He often woke up tired, struggled with motivation, and spent hours scrolling through social media, comparing his life to others’. Deep down, he knew something was missing. He wasn’t unhappy—but he wasn’t fulfilled either.
By Muhammad Shayan Khan2 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Starlit Void
In the distant reaches of the Andromeda Galaxy, where stars burned with secrets older than time, a group of cosmic wanderers gathered on the edge of the Starlit Void. They wore shimmering robes that mirrored the nebulae above, their faces illuminated by the ethereal glow of a dying star. Among them was Kael, a young seeker with eyes that held the weight of countless questions. For generations, their people, the Aetherborn, had whispered of a forgotten realm—a place where the universe's deepest truths were hidden, guarded by celestial entities known as the Whispering Ones.
By Aalyan Khan2 years ago in Fiction
