Fan Fiction
The Last Broadcast. AI-Generated.
In the year 2065, the world had become a digital wasteland. The once-vibrant cities were now silent, their streets empty, their buildings crumbling. The internet, the lifeblood of human connection, had collapsed under the weight of its own complexity. The global network had fragmented into isolated islands of information, each one a relic of a bygone era.
By Navnoor Kaurabout a year ago in Fiction
I Spoke to the Mirror — And It Finally Spoke Back
________________________________________ I never expected the mirror to answer. It was a Tuesday evening — the kind of evening where silence crawls into the walls and the lights feel too dim no matter how many bulbs are on. I stood in front of my bathroom mirror brushing my teeth, going through motions my body had memorized long ago. Same blank stare. Same tired eyes.
By USAMA KHANabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secret Strokes
There are stories of brilliance, of artists whose names echo in the annals of history. But for every famous painter, there’s a darker truth, a side hidden behind the layers of fame and recognition. This is one such tale, one of a masterpiece that cost more than anyone ever realized. The price wasn't paid in money, nor in time—it was paid in blood, in secrecy, and in the unraveling of the human soul.
By Muhammad Sabeelabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lost Sigil
Dr. Leila Navarro had spent most of her life under the sun, digging through the bones of civilizations long forgotten. Egypt, Mesopotamia, Carthage—names that once ruled the world now reduced to pottery shards and dusty scrolls. But nothing had prepared her for the buried temple beneath the Valley of Amunet.
By Mir Ahmad Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
Fizzwhistle Bumbletwist and the Cheese-Fueled Time Machine
In the heart of Tinkerbellows, a town where magic and machinery danced like old friends at a tea party, there lived a most curious character: Fizzwhistle Bumbletwist. With wild red hair sticking out in all directions like a startled hedgehog and goggles permanently perched on his forehead, Fizzwhistle was the town’s unofficial inventor, official oddball, and semi-professional kazoo player.
By Ashikur Rahman Bipulabout a year ago in Fiction
Behind the Silent Smile
It was always her smile that caught people’s attention. Soft, serene, almost haunting—like a sunset that knows night is coming. Areeba was the kind of woman who carried storms in her eyes but never let a drop fall. Her colleagues at the school adored her, the children adored her more. Yet no one ever knew who she was beyond the walls of that classroom.
By Zulfiqar Aliabout a year ago in Fiction
The Monkey and the Fish
Animals in the wild simply live their life from their instincts that have been developed as adaptations to their environment. People are a product of their environment and experience society, culture, and all that. As tempting or easy as it may be to try to interpret everyone in our own image, we should recall that there is an important upshot to this monkey-and-fish fable: projecting our values and needs onto others without much real attempt to understand what they need, and in the context of which they need it can do damage, often well beyond our reckoning.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
