Fan Fiction

Don't Argue with Donkeys
Don't argue with donkeys.. Not every battle is worth fighting - especially when the other side is not interested in the truth, if only to win the argument. Here's a story that reminds us why silence is sometimes the wisest answer
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
When the Web Went Silent
The morning began like any other. Coffee brewed, screens lit up, and millions of people reached for their phones to scroll, swipe, and connect. But something was different. No loading bar. No notifications. Just silence.
By Syeed Zeeshanabout a year ago in Fiction
Until the Last Rose Dies: A Relationship Story
Until the Last Rose Dies: A Relationship Story Michael and Emma had been married for eight years. They had once been inseparable, finishing each other’s sentences and planning weekend getaways just for the fun of it. But lately things felt routine. Distant. Even the simplest moments, like dinners or conversations, had become more about logistics than love.
By Sarwar Zebabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Lullaby(Part-3)
You can read out Episode 2 link in below.. Episode 3: The Book of Dreams On the following day, with hearts hammering in their chests and the rucksacks ready, the sisters headed back to the hut.
By StoryTimeabout a year ago in Fiction
The Artist in the Desert
There was a fighter plane that had crashed in the Sahara Desert during World War II. The pilot was alright, but all his surroundings were nothing but dusty sand and a hot sun. No food, no water. Nothing but a bottle of water and dry crackers.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Adventures of Kiwi and Penguin: A Journey of Friendship"
In the far southern reaches of the world, where icy winds blew across glistening snow and the sun rarely graced the land, there lived a penguin named Pip. Pip was a young emperor penguin, full of energy and curiosity. His days were spent waddling across the icy plains, sliding down snowbanks, and watching his fellow penguins as they huddled together for warmth. Though he had many friends, Pip often found himself wondering what lay beyond the snowy horizon. He dreamed of exploring the world outside the frozen land he called home.
By wilderabout a year ago in Fiction
Tensions Rise Between Pakistan and India After Deadly Cross-Border Strikes
Tensions between Pakistan and India have escalated sharply after India launched a large-scale military operation named Operation Sindoor in response to a devastating terrorist attack in Pahalgam, Kashmir, on April 22, 2025. The attack claimed the lives of 26 civilians, including several Nepali citizens. India blamed Pakistan-based terror groups for the assault and vowed a firm response, which has now triggered a new cycle of violence in the region.
By Muhammad Jawadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Christmas Caller: A True Crime Thriller With a Chilling Twist
I was sixteen when the first call came. It was Christmas Eve, and our small suburban home glowed with festive lights. Snow dusted the windowsills, and the scent of cinnamon cookies filled the air. My parents were laughing over an old holiday movie, but I had slipped away to my room, already growing out of the holiday magic.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
I forgive Him.
He used to study at my center. I first saw him in October 2022, and back then, I didn’t like him at all. But after some time, I started finding him good, and I began to feel attracted to him.
By A page from the Pastabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Last Library on Earth". AI-Generated.
In the year 2197, Earth was quiet—not peaceful, but emptied. Cities lay buried under dunes of ash and sand. Forests, once thick and alive, were skeletal or gone. Towers leaned like broken teeth against a gray sky, and silence ruled the air like a dictator.
By Maqbool Kusarabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Debt
In the quiet town of Windale, where the rooftops gleamed with dew and cobblestone paths echoed with the sound of morning footsteps, all the clocks had stopped ticking. No matter how much people wound them, no matter how new the batteries were—time stood still. It had been this way for twelve years.
By Waqar Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
The Light in the Attic
It arrived on a Tuesday, folded once and slipped into an envelope with no return address. The paper was yellowed and smelled faintly of lavender and dust. My name was written in perfect cursive on the front: Eleanor Wren. No title. No address. Just my name, as if the sender knew I'd find it regardless of where it landed.
By Sen Sababout a year ago in Fiction