Fan Fiction

The Lion and the Man
The sun was low over the savannah, casting long golden shadows on the parched earth. The air trembled with heat, and the far-off roar of wild beasts echoed faintly through the thin trees. It was the dry season—bitter, cruel, and fatal.
By Mansoorabout a year ago in Fiction
Kiwi Beyond the Cage 014
**Honeyed Blade (III)** "Classmate, may I ask your name?" "He Xiaoyuan." "……" "Classmate He Xiaoyuan, what’s your favorite animal?"
By yu ren Yeabout a year ago in Fiction
How Losing Them Helped Me Find Myself
I thought I had found forever in them. You know how sometimes a person just fits? Like puzzle pieces that finally click together, making you believe that every broken relationship before this one was just a prelude to them. That’s how it felt. Like home. Like safety. Like maybe, just maybe, I didn’t have to keep searching.
By Muhammad Zohaib Khanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mirror of Elah
Chapter One: The Unclaimed Mirror In the heart of Lahore, there stood an antique store known only as Bazar-e-Khandani. The shop, tucked away between narrow alleyways, was run by an elderly man, Mr. Wali. He was known to keep an assortment of strange and curious items. But there was one item that intrigued many visitors—the mirror of Elah.
By Mystic Narratorabout a year ago in Fiction
If Batman were funny
Title: Transforming into a Bat (A Completely Reasonable Decision) Introduction While some individuals handle childhood hardships through writing, nurturing plants, or maybe weeping in the shower with sad tunes in the background, Bruce Wayne chose a different route. He spotted a bat and declared, “Yes. That is my future. ” And so Batman came to life — a wealthy man who concluded that donning a bat-like costume was the most effective method to combat crime. In this writing, I will delve into how a very affluent and deeply sorrowful boy channeled his pain into becoming Gotham's most theatrical crime fighter.
By Tomabout a year ago in Fiction
The Cursed Church
Chapter One: The Discovery of the Cursed Church Camellia stood at the edge of the dark forest, her eyes fixed on the old church known as "The Cursed Church" in the remote village. She had heard many legends and scary stories about this abandoned and mysterious place, but her curiosity wouldn't let her stay away.
By mohamed elsayedabout a year ago in Fiction
Midnight Moon, Empty Heart
The night air carried a chill that crept into the bones. It was past midnight, and the world had fallen silent. Streetlights flickered in the distance, and the countryside around the small town of Ridgefield lay quiet under the glow of the full moon.
By Think & Learnabout a year ago in Fiction
Our Neighborhood’s Group Chat Went Viral… Now We’re All Suspects in a ‘Who Ate Karen’s Quiche?’ Mystery
It began, as all modern tragedies do, with a text message. Karen Parkins, president of the Maplewood Culinary Beautification Committee (and self-appointed guardian of all things “artisanal”), had spent three days crafting her infamous caramelized-onion-and-gruyère quiche for the neighborhood potluck. She’d even Instagrammed it mid-bake with the caption, “When your crust is flakier than your ex’s promises. 💅” But when she arrived at the community center, the quiche was gone. All that remained was a lone spinach fleck and a note: “Sorry! 😬” written in Comic Sans on a Post-It.
By Ian Sankanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Gift of the Magi
One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.
By Muhammad Hameedul Haqabout a year ago in Fiction
The Roar and the Silence
Long ago, when the earth still listened and the wind still whispered secrets, the Valley of Seta lay untouched by man. It was a land divided not by fences, but by fear.
By skkhanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Day Time Broke
It started at exactly 2:17 PM, on a normal Tuesday. Clocks stopped all around the globe. Digital clocks, analog clocks, atomic clocks—everything that told time stopped. Phones did not update. Watches stopped moving. Even the sun, inexplicably, appeared to stop, locked in the same spot in the sky like a photograph.
By Bari Mir Rahamatulabout a year ago in Fiction
The Battle Gilgamesh and Enkidu
In the shadowed heart of ancient Uruk, where the Euphrates whispered secrets to the wind, a storm brewed between two titans—Gilgamesh, the king clad in divine arrogance, and Enkidu, the wild man forged by the gods’ own hands. Their clash was no mere brawl; it was a collision of fates, a tempest of rage and pride that would scar the earth itself.
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Fiction