Fan Fiction
The Last Dusk riders
Prologue: The Fractured Moon They say the moon shattered the day we lied to the sun. A thousand years ago, the Sun smiths of Ahriyat forged a pact: Burn bright, and we will feed you stories of joy. But joy grew scarce. Wars salted the earth. Grief thickened the air. The sun, starved and bitter, began to dim. Desperate, the Sun smiths fed it a new tale—a lie about eternal devotion. The sun burned brighter, but its light grew cruel, peeling skin from bones. When the truth surfaced, the sun cracked the moon in retaliation, and the First Shadows crawled from its wounds.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Village That Built Itself
THE VILLAGE THAT BUILT ITSELF The cyclone had a name: Rashmi. The villagers called it Kalbaisakhi—the dark storm of spring. It arrived uninvited, howling through the night, tearing thatch from roofs, uprooting century-old banyans, and swallowing the embankments that held the river at bay. By dawn, Naila’s hometown of Shundorpur was a skeleton. Houses slumped like broken birds. Rice paddies drowned under a sea of silt. The air smelled of wet rot and despair.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Ranaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Briefcase
Our baggage holds surprises. - Michelle Liew. 🧳💼👜💼🧳💼👜💼🧳💼👜💼🧳💼👜💼🧳💼👜💼 Mr Goh moved into the old boarding house in Kong Aik road without much fanfare, quiet man that he was. The impeccably dressed accountant always had his trusty briefcase with him; though a little worn, its leather sheen never dulled, and it was always at his side, as if it contained something indispensable. He was just a stranger, a face in the crowd.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Fiction
The Book of Marie
She missed her siblings. At least now Adriel and Gloria knew about the baby. She hated all the secrecy, but it was for the best of intentions. Castro was a dangerous Black Dragon. His power was just dark enough to be overpowering and destructive. That was how he had gained control. He'd beaten down Adriel and Gloria, took over their lives, until the family had been split and destroyed. Now, he was the chaos behind the family. Always lurking in the shadows and always destroying things before they had time to grow. She didn't want her son anywhere near Castro.
By Ramim Akondoabout a year ago in Fiction
