Fan Fiction

Lost Locket Finds Love
In a world where inanimate objects could speak, I, a misplaced umbrella named Ella, found myself caught in the winds of fate – quite literally. My owner, a forgetful soul named Oliver, left me behind in the rush of a sudden rainstorm. As I lay abandoned on a park bench, my frayed edges and sturdy handle became witnesses to the whimsical dance of droplets around me.
By O.wills3 years ago in Fiction
1987: The Old Town - A Genuine Harrowing Tale in India
In the core of the country India, settled among the influencing fields of wheat and sugarcane, lies the failed-to-remember town of Kailashpur. Covered in a quality of secret and premonition, this old settlement has for quite some time been supposed to hold onto dull mysteries and supernatural peculiarities. The year 1987 denoted a chilling part in the town's set of experiences, as a progression of strange situations transpired, diving Kailashpur into a bad dream from which it would battle to stir. This is the spine-shivering story of the genuine harrowing tale that unfurled in Kailashpur in the pivotal year of 1987.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
The Cryptic House Cleaner: Phantom or Man?
In the curious town of Willowbrook, settled while moving slopes and rich vegetation, there stood a fabulous manor covered in secret. Tales whirled among the residents about the cryptic figure who stayed inside its walls - a servant whose presence appeared to oppose clarification. Some murmured that she was a phantom, sentenced to meander the corridors forever, while others guaranteed she was simply an isolated loner, favoring the isolation of the house to the organization of others. This is the bewildering story of the house cleaner of Willowbrook Estate and the mission to reveal the reality behind her character.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
Single Man Room Shocking tale
In the clamoring city of Mumbai, amid the confusion of metropolitan life, there exists a broken-down apartment complex with a dim history. Room 13, settled on the highest level, holds an evil mystery that has for some time been murmured among the occupants. Stories of unexplained peculiarities and chilling experiences have tormented its tenants, creating a shaded area of dread over the once vivacious structure. This is the spine-shivering story of Room 13 and the detestations that prowl inside its walls.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
Chinna Kuthuru Shocking Tales
In the core of the country, India lies a failed-to-remember town by the name of Chinna Kuthuru. Concealed amid thick woods and fog-covered slopes, it harbors a mystery that has been murmured regarding for ages. Stories of ghastliness and the powerful have tormented the locals for quite a long time, passed down starting with one age and then onto the next like a dim legacy. In any case, as time walks on and advancement infringes upon antiquated customs, the narratives of Chinna Kuthuru risk blurring into a lack of definition, lost to the steady walk of progress. This is a brief look into the creepy fables and spine-chilling legends that have kept the residents of Chinna Kuthuru conscious around evening time, shuddering out of dread and anxiety toward the unexplored world.
By Ashok3 years ago in Fiction
Exploring the Vast Universe
First of all, For millennia, humanity has been fascinated by the enormous and enigmatic expanse that is the universe. The universe is a canvas for cosmic occurrences that both fascinate and perplex us, with its billions of galaxies, each holding billions of stars. With the help of scientific research and emerging technologies, our understanding of the universe—from the development of black holes to the birth of stars—keeps changing. This essay takes the reader on a cosmic voyage as we explore its marvels and consider our place in it.
By Vijay Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Echoes Across the Cosmos
In the grand tapestry of the cosmos, a question has echoed through the corridors of human curiosity for decades: Are we alone in the universe? Michael, our guide in this exploration of existential inquiry, embarks on a journey that transcends the boundaries of our terrestrial existence and reaches into the depths of the cosmic unknown.
By Med Karim3 years ago in Fiction
Feelings!
“Why don’t people understand my feelings? Why don’t they see the situation from my perspective? Why do they say change the mood or why are you sad when they know everything? Do they want to hurt me again? Are my feelings a tree and they are a lumberjack constantly striking axe? Does my sadness mean nothing to them? Am I a piece of paper and they are a kid turning me into pieces? I am crying, is this the reason behind their laugh? I was good to them, was this my fault? Why do they laugh when I cry?” I questioned.
By Muhammad Saad3 years ago in Fiction
THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW
"The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" Short story by Washington Irving Ichabod Crane pursued by the Headless Horseman, by F.O.C. Darley, 1849
By Madhankumarramesh3 years ago in Fiction
Ganon's Tale. Content Warning.
With the arrival of the sun the next morning, Nakori, Mokeeru, Ganondorf, and three of the other maidens gathered on the desert side of the bridge that connected the Gerudo village to the rest of Hyrule. All six wore nondescript brown cloaks with the hoods drawn up to obscure their features, and each of the maidens had a simple, unadorned scimitar strapped to their sides. Nakori acknowledged the guards stationed at the bridge with a series of hand gestures before leading the troupe out across the bridge. Ganon peered over the edge as they crossed, looking down the steep cliff face to the swiftly flowing river far below before scampering to catch up with Nakori and the others.
By Chris Walker3 years ago in Fiction
Ganon's Tale
"Tonight will be the night, Koume" Intoned the first voice from within the depths of the Desert Colossus, beyond the shifting sands of the desert surrounding the Gerudo village.
By Chris Walker3 years ago in Fiction
Introverted Moments!
Have you ever thought that, when we are alone, lying on the bed, lights are off, charger indicator turning on and off intermittently, a dim light hanging from the ceiling, crickets making noises, deep thinking with tired bodies, night time.
By Muhammad Saad3 years ago in Fiction