Fan Fiction

When Machines Learned to Dream
It was the year 2098. The sky above New London shimmered in a soft hue of silver, streaked with thin lines of light — the SkyGrid. It wasn’t clouds anymore that drifted across the horizon, but streams of data, moving between satellites and stations in orbit. People no longer looked up to check the weather. They looked up to see if the world was still connected.
By A Gomes11 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
A tale of lost hours, unfinished dreams, and the price of turning back time. 1. The Shop That Shouldn’t Exist On a fog-drenched street in Prague, where cobblestones remember centuries of footsteps, there was a shop that never seemed to age.
By Zidane11 months ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Yellow Raincoat
I should probably start with the truth. But the problem is, I don’t actually know what that is anymore. Everyone says memory is like a photograph. Clear, crisp, and static. But I think it’s more like water—distorted by every ripple, shifting every time you touch it. And if you stir too much, well, it starts reflecting things that were never there.
By Karl Jackson11 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid11 months ago in Fiction
UPDATE: The hotel laundry that runs itself after midnight
Hey everyone, It’s been about a week since my last post. I honestly didn’t plan on updating — I thought maybe I’d just scared myself too much, or imagined half of it. But things have gotten worse. Way worse.
By V-Ink Stories11 months ago in Fiction
[FOUND FOOTAGE UPDATE] About that hotel laundry post… the one that ran itself after midnight
Hey, I didn’t think I’d ever post here, but this feels important. I work at the same [REDACTED] Inn the last guy posted about — the one with the laundry that supposedly “runs itself after midnight.”
By V-Ink Stories11 months ago in Fiction
The Hollow Victory: When Success Stops Feeling Like Success
Every good story needs conflict, and sometimes that conflict doesn’t come from villains or disasters—it comes from within. Stories that center on a character ready to give up, or one who realizes their long-fought success feels strangely hollow, are often the ones that leave the deepest imprint. They whisper truths that most of us are too afraid to admit out loud: that winning isn’t always satisfying, and that sometimes the hardest battles happen after the applause fades.
By Karl Jackson11 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Lethe
The first night of the Lantern Festival always made the village smell like burning pine and nostalgia. Every October, when the moon rose fat and silver over the rice fields, families gathered by the river to honor the dead. They wrote wishes or apologies on small slips of rice paper, tucked them into lanterns, and let the current carry them away. It was supposed to be beautiful. Healing, even.
By Karl Jackson11 months ago in Fiction
The Last Selfie
The wind was sharp that evening, slicing through the salt air that clung to the cliffs. Zoe stood at the edge, the world stretching infinitely before her, waves crashing far below like applause for the foolish and the brave. Her phone screen glowed faintly against the twilight, camera flipped toward her face.
By Karl Jackson11 months ago in Fiction
A Knock at the Door - The Ones Who Came to Utopia
The night was still until the knock came. It wasn’t the kind of knock you hear on a wooden door. This one rang out metallic, hollow, like iron struck from inside. Adam froze where he stood, his friends gathered around the empty building near the parking lot.
By Mingling with the Moon 11 months ago in Fiction
Between Sleep and Waking
There’s something hauntingly beautiful about stories that blur the line between dreams and reality. This one? It sits right on that razor’s edge—where consciousness drips into fantasy and fantasy bleeds right back into life. Imagine waking up, but not knowing if you truly have. That’s the essence of this story: a gripping, psychological labyrinth centered around a character whose mind can’t quite tell what’s real anymore.
By Karl Jackson11 months ago in Fiction
“The Last Broadcast”
A haunting story about connection, guilt, and the voice that wouldn’t stop calling back. 1. The Signal At exactly 3:02 a.m., the emergency broadcast system turned itself on.
By Zidane11 months ago in Fiction