Fan Fiction

THE FLOWERING OF THE STRANGE ORCHID
The buying of orchids always has in it a certain speculative flavour. You have before you the brown shrivelled lump of tissue, and for the rest you must trust your judgment, or the auctioneer, or your good luck, as your taste may incline. The plant
By Amelia Miller10 months ago in Fiction
🌞 The Heat That Didn’t Ask Permission
The summer it happened wasn’t supposed to matter. It was meant to be a placeholder season, the kind you live through without collecting memories. A stretch of hot days between decisions. A pause before the next version of life began.
By Karl Jackson10 months ago in Fiction
Introduction
Life isn’t always a straight line. Sometimes, we sprint ahead only to realize we need a moment to catch our breath, reassess, and rethink. That pause, often seen as a setback, can actually be the most powerful catalyst for growth. Stepping back doesn’t mean you’re failing—it means you’re preparing to leap further than before.
By olxia10 10 months ago in Fiction
Healing Minds and Pages. AI-Generated.
Dr. Ayaan had always loved the quiet rhythm of summer mornings. After a busy spring at the hospital, he finally had a month to himself—a rare luxury. This summer, he decided not to travel or attend conferences; instead, he would indulge in his other passion: books. He had packed a small stack of novels, medical journals, and philosophy essays, intending to let the pages take him on a journey as restorative as any vacation.
By Taslim ullah10 months ago in Fiction
THE STOLEN BACILLUS
"This again," said the Bacteriologist, slipping a glass slide under the microscope, "is well,—a preparation of the Bacillus of
By Amelia Miller10 months ago in Fiction
The Library That Opened Only at Midnight
No one noticed the library at first. That wasn’t unusual in Graybridge. People hurried through the town like they were late for something important, even when they weren’t sure what it was. Stores opened and closed. Cafés changed names. But the narrow street behind the old cinema remained ignored, lit by a single flickering lamp.
By Yasir khan10 months ago in Fiction
📦 The Box That Was Never Opened
The box sat at the back of the closet, untouched for nearly thirty years. It was not large. Not small either. Just an ordinary cardboard box, its corners softened by time, its surface marked with faint fingerprints and a single strip of yellowing tape. On the side, written in careful handwriting, was a name:
By Zidane10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Light in Window Seven
Every night at exactly 9:17 p.m., a single window lit up on the seventh floor of the Alderstone Apartments. No one knew why.
By Yasir khan10 months ago in Fiction
The Art of Burning. Runner-Up in Nothing But Voices Challenge.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" "Beautiful? Are you blind? That is Blackwood Manor, Elias. This place is hell. We gotta go. Now." "Don't look at the smoke. Look at the color. See that blue streak right in the middle of the flame? Right by the window frame."
By Fathi Jalil10 months ago in Fiction
THE CONE
The night was hot and overcast, the sky red-rimmed with the lingering sunset of midsummer. They sat at the open window, trying to fancy the air was fresher there. The trees and shrubs of the garden stood stiff and dark; beyond in the roadway a
By Amelia Miller10 months ago in Fiction
THE JILTING OF JANE
As I sit writing in my study, I can hear our Jane bumping her way downstairs with a brush and dust-pan. She used in the old
By Amelia Miller10 months ago in Fiction
The Phone Call That Came After the Funeral. AI-Generated.
The voicemail arrived at 6:12 p.m., three days after the funeral, while Mara was standing in the kitchen deciding whether grief counted as an excuse for cereal at dinner.
By faheem akbar10 months ago in Fiction