Fan Fiction
The Song of a Dying Star
Alexa wasn't built for heroism. With her perpetually oil-streaked overalls and a mop of unruly brown hair that defied all attempts at taming, she was more comfortable tinkering with salvaged tech in her garage workshop than navigating the social minefields of high school. Yet, here she was, hurtling towards the heart of the unknown, cocooned within the cramped confines of a repurposed escape pod.
By ANNA CORAL2 years ago in Fiction
Electric Magic Rising.
In the core of Elaria, where the old oaks murmured mysteries to the people who thought for even a second to tune in, a legend discussed an extraordinary power flowing through the land — an enchantment got from power, a power both dreaded and venerated. This power, known as Electromancy, was employed by a picked not many, and among them was a little kid named Liora.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
the sad cloudy bird.
In the ethereal domain of Glow, where mists murmured mysteries of the skies and painted dusks with tones of dreams, carried on with a herd of birds dissimilar to some other. These were the Shady Birds, creatures of fog and fume, fragile as morning dew yet having the effortlessness and opportunity of their natural partners. Their plumes sparkled with the radiance of the sun, and around evening time, they gleamed delicately under the vigilant look of the moon.
By borsha afrin302 years ago in Fiction
Love triangle short story
Elara, with her fiery red hair and a laugh that could melt glaciers, had always been the center of attention. So, when brooding artist, Finn, started spending more time with her quiet best friend, Maya, a tremor of unease ran through Elara.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Fiction
Dreams That Decode
Jack sat at his cluttered desk, his tired face shadowed by the dim monitor light. He was a seasoned programmer who was well-known for his unwavering work ethic and unrivaled ability to solve problems. With disheveled hair and glasses roosted problematically on his nose, he was the quintessential coder, lost in the maze of his own creation. In spite of his standing for figuring out the hardest code, this evening he ended up at a stalemate. The lines of code before him obscured into a unintelligible wreck, a glaring difference to the unmistakable rationale that typically directed his psyche. Each tick of the clock felt like a thunderclap in his ears as the project deadline loomed menacingly in just two days. He felt the unrelenting grip of stress, which got stronger with each passing hour. Jack's certainty faltered, an interesting event for somebody who flourished under tension. However, the heaviness of assumption and the apprehension about disappointment overwhelmed him, taking steps to smash his soul.
By Mike Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Cosmic Verses
In the not-so-distant future, where the boundaries of reality blur and the wonders of technology have unlocked the secrets of the cosmos, there lived a young scientist named Sarah. With eyes that sparkled with curiosity and a mind that thirsted for knowledge, Sarah dreamed of exploring the farthest reaches of the universe, of discovering new worlds and unravelling the mysteries of existence itself.
By Michael smith2 years ago in Fiction
love my mystery queen
There’s something about rainy days that makes the world seem a little more magical, a little more mysterious. I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop, staring out the window at the raindrops racing each other down the glass, when she walked in. I didn't notice her at first, not until she ordered a cappuccino with a dash of cinnamon—my favorite. That’s when I looked up and saw her.
By Jon_ channel2 years ago in Fiction
The Horrifying Stories Behind the Disney Classics
Do you recall a recent moment when you have grown to be a bit older, well above the age when you would watch your favorite Disney classic with difficulty tying your shoelace by yourself?Tightly hugging your mom, she sat next to you on the sofa and her face expressed expressions of both joy and disgust. And also, it was a very challenging time, when you were in the mode of “Doing everything yourself. ”Such were those seemingly unending days that littered my mind with countless memories and tails.
By Amine Oubih2 years ago in Fiction
