Fan Fiction

I am Dying . Content Warning.
In your eyes, I see my fate, A love so strong, it's worth the wait. I am dying, slowly, every day, Without your touch, I fade away.
By Irons@3884about a year ago in Fiction
Jewish controversy
There was a time when they were talked about in the streets. The family that made them so powerful today used to regularly raid the house of Mayor Rothschild, its founder.
By Arfan Raihenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hollow Box (Part-6)
Episode 6: “The Girl in the Glass” Alarms wailed. Red lights pulsed like a heartbeat. Metal doors slammed closed somewhere overhead.
By StoryTimeabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers Between the Raindrops
It started with rain. Not the soft kind that kisses the earth but a heavy, relentless downpour that felt like the sky itself was grieving. Amelia stood under a crooked bus stop, soaked to the bone, hugging a thin cardigan around herself. Her umbrella had snapped in the first gust of wind. Typical, she thought bitterly. Just typical.
By Ahmad Dostabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Heart
In a small coastal town where the sun kissed the sea every evening, lived a girl named Elara. She worked in a quaint bookstore at the corner of Main Street, surrounded by the scent of old pages and the distant music of ocean waves. Elara loved stories—not just the ones printed in books, but the ones hidden in people's eyes and smiles.
By Eisa duraneabout a year ago in Fiction
A Walk to Remember
🌟 Meet Landon Carter and Jamie Sullivan The story takes place in the small town of Beaufort, North Carolina, in the late 1950s.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
The Kiss Quotient
🌟 Meet Stella Lane Stella Lane is not your typical romance heroine. She’s a brilliant, successful woman who works as an econometrician (someone who uses math and statistics to predict shopping patterns). She loves her job and is very good at it.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Fiction
The Digital Bloodhound. Content Warning.
Where every keystroke left a trace and every screen glowed with secrets, Ezra Kane was a ghost in the machine. Known online as "Bloodhound," he was a detective who hunted murderers not in alleyways but in data streams, forums, and encrypted chats. His office was a cluttered apartment in Chicago, lined with monitors, cooling fans humming like a chorus of mechanical monks. Ezra didn’t carry a badge or a gun—just a keyboard, a knack for patterns, and an obsession with justice.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Fiction
The Birth of Folklore
When we ask how folklore is formed, it can be formed among groups of people who speak the same language in a small group or in a society. Thus, it seems that folklore has a certain collective birth. What people think and desire as a group is represented by folklore. That is, it shows a representation of the collective thinking of man. A person living in society follows a certain behavior because it is true according to the common thinking of the society. Something that someone presents in a way that suits the collective thinking is accepted by everyone. The stories, poems, dances, etc. that we experience today have survived to this day because they were born collectively at some point.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
When We Meet Again
The cold breeze swept across the old train station, rustling the yellowed leaves that danced around Claire's feet. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders and stared down the empty tracks. Ten years. It had been ten long years since she had last stood here — the day she left behind everything she loved, including him.
By Muhammad Ibrarabout a year ago in Fiction
Timeless Hearts
The ticking of the antique clock echoed through the museum’s empty hall as Evelyn traced her fingers over the glass. It was old — Victorian era, probably — with golden gears and an inscription that read:
By Muhammad Ibrarabout a year ago in Fiction
Kingdom Under the Pillow
In an invisible world to humans, where children's dreams are carefully woven, there was a strange kingdom called "Dentalis". It was a one-of-a-kind kingdom; home to charming creatures that were nourished by the dreams crafted by children during their sleep. These dreams, which pulsated with life, represented the kingdom's energy and the secret to its survival. Every new dream birthed a glowing crystal in the sky, but as dreams stopped, the kingdom began to fade.
By Lacen about a year ago in Fiction