Fan Fiction

She Was Dead for Three Years—Then a Facial Scan Brought Her Back
Before the Facial Recognition Machine, the Web Novel Author Who Had Been "Dead" for Three Years Finally Woke Up On August 12, 2026, a "resurrection" post on the Tomato Novel platform blew up the entire online fiction community.
By Jin3 months ago in Fiction
MHOS Part 31: Lake #1 Cannibal Town. Content Warning.
I awake feeling fantastic.. I slide out of the mud hole and give a spin and as I look down the bruise are shadows, the cuts are fine line scars, I bend and flex and my ribs feel amazing. I know I didn't heal this fast in the mud baths last time.. this has something to do with the cannibalism. I owe Alastor a thank you for it now don't I? I get dressed and head up to the surface to find Alastor sitting in the Gazebo sipping on an early morning coffee.
By Her Ellaness♿️3 months ago in Fiction
Sleight of Hand: Impermanence and The Illusion Between Us
Impermanence and The Illusion Between Us Why do they say all is impermanent? There is a misconception within this. To say, all is impermanent , is already to make a conclusion. To say this understanding is true is then to make the understanding permanent. So already there is something strange about the statement itself.
By Chase McQuade3 months ago in Fiction
The letter . Top Story - August 2026.
Grim read the letter to his two friends, Pim and Charlie. The trio were stunned, sitting in silence after hearing the words Grim achingly ripped out of his broken heart.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 months ago in Fiction
The Woman in the Mirror. AI-Generated.
The bathroom mirror was old, its silver backing flaking away at the edges like rust on a forgotten gate. Every evening at 10:00 PM, after the house grew quiet and the city traffic outside faded into a distant hum, I stood before it to wash away the day.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction
MHOS Part 30: A little healing before the hunt. Content Warning.
*beep beep beep* My eyes open and I groggily look around.. No Peaches to be found.. I grab a drink before I head out to meet Alastor. I am going to be early if I don't do something first.. Anything.. but I am drawing a blank.. Aside from going to sleep in a mud hole I have nothing I want to do right now..
By Her Ellaness♿️3 months ago in Fiction
The Second Chance. AI-Generated.
The train station platform at 7:00 PM was cold, slick with rain, and bathed in the yellow glare of hummed overhead lights. I pulled my wet coat tight around my shoulders, watching the tracks stretch into the dark fog. I was thirty-eight years old, exhausted, and carrying a briefcase filled with documents for a life I didn't particularly care about anymore.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction
A Tribute to Star Wars: A Jedi Holocron
On Movement, Moral Discovery, Liberty, and the Living Force Power says: Look what I can do. The moral asks: What did I have to become so that I would never need to do it?
By Chase McQuade3 months ago in Fiction
Before the Rain. AI-Generated.
The air always changes right before the rain begins. The wind slows down, the leaves on the big oak tree turn their undersides to the sky, and the sharp scent of damp soil fills the porch. It is a quiet , heavy moment where the whole world seems to hold its breath.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction
One Last Letter. AI-Generated.
The yellowed envelope sat at the bottom of my metal mailbox, tucked beneath a utility bill and a colorful grocery flyer. My name and address were written across the front in dark blue ink. The handwriting was unmistakable—slanted, sharp, and unmistakably David’s.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction
The Cafe's Empty Chair. AI-Generated.
The small brass bell above the door of the café always rang twice when the wind blew. Every Tuesday afternoon, I sat at my usual table, drank my coffee, and stared at the empty seat near the big window. It was a simple dark wood chair with a small notch carved into the back.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Passenger. AI-Generated.
The 11:45 PM train out of the city was always quiet, but tonight felt different. Rain was heavy against the window, blurring the yellow streetlights outside into long streaks of soft light. I leaned my head against the cold glass, feeling the hum of the engine beneath my feet. I was completely exhausted—not just from a long day at work, but from months of feeling like I was living a life that wasn't really mine.
By M.Fiaz3 months ago in Fiction