Fan Fiction

The Sky Beyond the Window
In a small, crumbling house on the edge of a nameless village lived a boy named Rafiq. The house was old and tired, much like the people who lived there. Its walls were chipped, and the roof leaked when it rained. Rafiq’s world was small, contained mostly within the four corners of his room. Outside, his father worked hard in the fields, while his mother stitched clothes to make ends meet.
By F S2 years ago in Fiction
Earths oxygen gone for 5 seconds
Imagine if all the Earth's oxygen disappeared for just 5 seconds. Take a deep breath. That satisfying feeling comes from oxygen, which makes up about 21% of our atmosphere. Nitrogen comprises about 78%. While oxygen is not the most abundant gas, it is the most vital. Without oxygen, plants, animals, water, and humans wouldn't exist as we know them.
By Aisam Faisal2 years ago in Fiction
Star Love
Anya had always been drawn to the stars. As a child, she would spend hours lying on her back, gazing up at the vast expanse of the night sky. She imagined distant worlds, filled with alien creatures and strange landscapes.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Fiction
The Mirrors Reflection
I walked into the room, the smell of stale coffee and old books hitting me like a wave. The chairs were arranged in a circle, a setup that always made me feel like I was back in kindergarten, waiting for story time. But this was no story time. This was an AA meeting, and I was here because my wife insisted. She said I had a problem, but I knew better. I was just here to humor her.
By Tracy Toccara2 years ago in Fiction
**"The Shadow in the Library"**
In the dimly lit halls of Crestwood High, an unsettling presence lurked, its malevolent energy palpable to those sensitive enough to notice. The students went about their day unaware of the true danger, absorbed in their daily routines and adolescent dramas. But the demon—an ancient, vengeful entity named Asmodeus—had its eyes fixed on a new victim.
By Abbas2 years ago in Fiction
Who's a Thief?
Once upon a time there was a thief who liked to iron, but he could never find his own. He sculked around his neighborhood looking for steam irons till one day. He was walking around his neighborhood, and he noticed that a few houses down at the corner of Press and Fold that there was the scent of steam coming from one of the houses. He continued sniffing all the way, then at 513-Fold Street he found the correct house of steam.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Fiction
The Truth Behind the Blindness: A Test of Loyalty
There was a man named Khaled, who lived in a small village, where he was known to be blind from a young age. Everyone believed he couldn’t see, treating him with care and respect, as he depended on others for his daily life. His relatives were always around, offering support, but over time, Khaled began to doubt their true intentions.
By Tamer saleh2 years ago in Fiction
Inayat- The Light of Hope
The Light of Hope To be the muse or to be the one who beholds the musings, To laugh in adversities or to be the one who stands tall beyond the mockings.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
LOML
The wedding had been called off just moments ago. I couldn't even find myself looking at you... at the way you glossed your eyes over while talking amongst all your family and close friends; almost as if you've expected them to believe I'd just broken your heart while calling off the biggest day of my young life.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
Pyramid Scheme: A Leagues of Votann Story (Part Two)
This is a Warhammer 40K fan story written by Neal Litherland and Samuel Furlano. Additionally, check out Pyramid Scheme Part One if you haven't read it yet!
By Neal Litherland2 years ago in Fiction
Pyramid Scheme: A Leagues of Votann Story (Part One)
This is a Warhammer 40K fan story, written by Neal F. Litherland and Samuel Furlano. The jungle was an unbroken sea that stretched from one horizon to another. The canopy swayed in the breeze, a thousand shades of viridian moving in waves beneath the pattering rain squalls. Birds called to one another from the treetops, their cries echoing across the vast, green emptiness. Life teemed beneath the branches, stalking, shifting, climbing, and crawling as life and death in all their myriad forms ran in their short, endless circles. A growl reverberated through the trees, and the denizens of that place halted, raising their heads and listening. It came again, an unnatural sound filled with the gnashing of steel teeth, and the guttural growl of a low-velocity turbine.
By Neal Litherland2 years ago in Fiction
Good Bye Mum.
I was just a naive 8 year Old, bursting with excitement and dreams, when my world was shattered. I had rushed home from school, eager to share the thrilling news with my mom. I had been chosen to skip a grade and take the Common Entrance exams! But as I searched the empty house, my heart sank. Where was she?
By Nneka Benedith2 years ago in Fiction