Fan Fiction

The Choice
I never knew my father. He died when I was a baby, in a car accident. My mother never talked much about him, except to say that he was a good man and that he loved me very much. She said he left something for me, something that I would inherit when I turned 18.
By Khalid Abozaid3 years ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Lost: A Tale of Time and Destiny
A hidden world, secluded from the hustle and bustle of a sprawling cityscape. The shadows cast by towering buildings reached out like fingers upon the pavement below, yet only those who were lost or forgotten knew where to find it. Here existed an enigmatic community - a secret society that housed misplaced objects; all with their own unique stories to tell. Amongst them resided a pocket watch; once revered by an elusive persona known solely as "The Wanderer" but now diminished in glory through time's inevitable corrosion.
By Stacy Goldheart3 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Orb
In the hidden realms of an ancient and mystical land, there existed a mysterious artifact known as the Whispering Orb. The orb was not just a physical object; it held the essence of forgotten prophecies, untold secrets, and the whispers of the ethereal forces that shaped the destiny of the world. Its smooth surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, and it had the power to reveal glimpses of the future to those who knew how to unlock its secrets.
By Peter Kiruu3 years ago in Fiction
"Lost and Found: The Keychain's Journey of Purpose"
I had always prided myself on being a reliable and essential item. A keychain, to be exact. For years, I faithfully held onto a set of keys, diligently ensuring they were always within reach of their owner. But one fateful day, everything changed. It started like any other day. I jingled happily as I swung from side to side, my keys clinking together in perfect harmony. The pocket I resided in was warm and secure. But as my owner boarded a crowded subway train, things took a turn for the worse. In the commotion of the rush hour, I slipped from the pocket, tumbling to the floor unnoticed. The train doors closed, and I found myself abandoned, left behind in the bustling city. Panic coursed through my metal frame. How could I fulfill my purpose without my owner? What would become of me? As the train roared away, I lay there, helpless and alone. People shuffled around me, their hurried steps oblivious to my existence. I watched as life went on without me, feeling invisible and insignificant. But deep down, I knew I had to find a way to make myself useful once again. Days turned into weeks as I traveled from place to place. I rolled along the city streets, witnessing the ebb and flow of daily life. I observed people rushing to work, children playing in parks, and couples strolling hand in hand. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find a purpose in this new world. Then, one fateful afternoon, a gust of wind sent me rolling into an alleyway. I came to a stop beside a small, tattered notebook. Its pages were filled with scribbles and sketches, a testament to someone's creative endeavors. A spark of hope ignited within me. Perhaps, in this forgotten alley, I had found a kindred spirit. Over time, I developed a bond with the notebook. It became my confidant, my companion. We shared stories, dreams, and secrets. Together, we watched the seasons change, the city transform. Our alliance brought solace to both of our misplaced existences. One day, as I lay beside the notebook, a young artist stumbled upon us. Her eyes widened with excitement as she picked up the notebook and me. She examined the worn pages, her fingers tracing the intricate sketches. A smile spread across her face. "This is it!" she exclaimed. "This is the inspiration I've been searching for!" From that moment on, I became her muse. She carried me with her everywhere she went, attaching me to her backpack. We explored the city together, capturing its essence through her art. She introduced me to a world of creativity and expression, a world where I finally felt at home. With her, I found purpose once again. I became a catalyst for her imagination, a symbol of inspiration. Through her art, she breathed life into the forgotten corners of the city, reminding people of the beauty that lay hidden in plain sight. As time passed, my owner's artwork gained recognition. Her paintings adorned gallery walls, her sketches graced the covers of magazines. And all the while, I remained by her side, witnessing her rise to success. Looking back on my journey, I realized that being misplaced had led me to a destiny I could never have imagined. I had found a new purpose, a new way to bring joy and beauty into the world. And as long as I remained with my owner, I knew that together, we could conquer any challenge, navigate any obstacle, and create a world where misplaced items like me could find their rightful place.
By marko kitchenar3 years ago in Fiction
Embracing Tranquility in the Midst of Motion: A Reflective Journey into Moments of Calm
During work, I find myself either standing or perched on my Motion Stool, compelling my core into action. Pacing has become a frequent ritual, accompanied by strategically scattered exercise equipment, be it a pull-up bar, kettlebell, balance device, or grip trainer, always within arm's reach.
By مصر مصر3 years ago in Fiction
The Unpleasant of Darkmoon Roadway: A Genuine Harrowing Tale
One time per year, on the unpropitious evening of the Darkmoon, a frightful air plunges upon the abandoned stretch of street referred to just as Darkmoon Parkway. Settled amid thick woods and spurned scenes, this parkway has for quite some time been murmured about in quiet tones by local people, its name sending shudders down the spines of even the most courageous spirits. Legends talk about baffling vanishings, spooky nebulous visions, and the discernible presence of something evil sneaking inside the shadows.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragons legacy . Content Warning.
A magical adventure A group of siblings inherits a mysterious family heirloom—a dragon-shaped pendant—unleashing a magical curse that transforms them into dragons at night. To break the curse, they must embark on a perilous journey to find the source of the magic and unlock their true destiny.
By Gift Sunday 3 years ago in Fiction
Cat Man - Who is Priya and Her Cat Simba?
Nestled in the thick forest, in the sleepy little village of Willowbrook, lived Priya, a solitary young woman who adored her cat, Simba. For Priya, their charming villa was a peaceful haven until odd things started happening.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
Titanoboa
There once lived a massive serpent known as Titanoboa during the Paleocene era, millions of years ago. This extinct monster, which ruled as the top predator of its era, slithered across the steaming jungles of South America.
By Vijay Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Contents Won't Settle During Shipping
My cousin is awesome. I would say she's like a younger me, but glittering generalities in the genetics department only get you so far. She's kind of like me, but more like an alternate me who's taking other paths in life. My life has also been awesome so far, like hers, but... differently. Other paths in life, paths where I chose differently, paths where Life took me for a left-hand turn in Albuquerque.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
Impact of the WORDS!
I was sitting on a wooden bench in the park, under the shady tree, the sky was yellow. It was afternoon, in the moderate weather of March. The kids were playing football. I was waiting for my friend.
By Muhammad Saad3 years ago in Fiction
The Silent Witness
Silence has always intrigued me, with its captivating ability to envelop the surroundings in a captivating stillness. It possesses a certain power – an enigmatic quality that can both offer solace and provoke unease. In this profound absence of sound, hidden beneath its serene facade, lies the intricate tapestry of untold tales and concealed truths. It is within the realm of silence where secrets are held tightly, whispering in their clandestine quarters, yearning to be unearthed.
By Moon Ghosh 3 years ago in Fiction