Fan Fiction

Fur-Ever Together
Start Some of life’s most beautiful moments come unannounced. They don’t arrive with a grand plan or loud fanfare. Sometimes, they walk into your life on four paws and change everything.
By Love of mom2 years ago in Fiction
The Paradox of Mirage Heart
The Paradox of Mirage Heart "A love stitched between echoes of a reality that never was" In the heart of the Zephiran Desert, where no map dared to trace and no compass spun straight, there existed a myth—a tale whispered among wandering tribes and mad poets. They called it the Mirage Heart.
By USAMA KHAN2 years ago in Fiction
Chuti's Ice Cream
The house at the end of the street had been for sale for maybe two or three weeks. One morning, the newlyweds were checking what they had in the fridge, to see what they could bring with them to their picnic that day, when they saw that the ice cream they'd bought the day before was due to expire.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
What Love Truly Means
This photo was made to laugh....👇 Some girls said "Eya" when the man was insulting them.... I couldn't imagine.... I thought what can love do.....
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Fiction
From the Street to My Heart
A True Story of Unexpected Friendship and Unconditional Love” It was a chilly Wednesday afternoon when I first saw him. The city streets were unusually quiet, painted in the soft grey of an overcast sky. I had just finished a long day at work and was walking home, earbuds in, scarf wrapped tight, when something made me stop.
By k zarmal2 years ago in 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 Rich2 years 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 Zeb2 years 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 Jawad2 years 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 Khan2 years 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 Gauhar2 years 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 Sabeel2 years 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 Lucian2 years ago in Fiction