Fan Fiction
Love of little me
Love of little me Her arrival In my tenth grade. I was coming back from the school. I saw a family was coming on a car to my village. After two days there was a festival in our village. I thought they would have come for that. They were our neighbour’s relatives. In that family there was a girl.
By Prenesh kumar4 years ago in Fiction
What If Smart Phone Speaks with Our Owners
Have you ever imagined what it would be like if your smartphone could speak to you? Well, with the advancements in AI technology, it may not be too far off from becoming a reality. So, let’s take a look at what it would be like if our smartphones could speak with us.
By Gokulraj VM4 years ago in Fiction
The Woods of Millville
As the sun began to set on the small, sleepy town of Millville, the air grew thick with a palpable sense of unease. The residents knew that something was amiss, but they couldn't quite put their finger on what it was. They tried to shake off the feeling, but it only grew stronger as night fell.
By Narrative Eye4 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Garden of Midnight Blooms
There was once a garden unlike any other in a little village surrounded by lush forests and undulating hills. This garden was dubbed "The Magical Garden of Midnight Flowers," and it was thought to be home to the most amazing and mystical plants in the land.
By Michael Sam4 years ago in Fiction
Adventure of a lifetime
Once upon a time, in a small village nestled among the hills, there lived an old lady named Agatha. She was a sweet-natured and kind-hearted woman who was loved by all in the village. Agatha was over 600 years old, and she had seen the village transform from a small hamlet to a bustling town over the centuries.
By Samrana Safreen A4 years ago in Fiction
The Best purple cloud secret magic
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Lily had always been fascinated by the purple clouds, the way they swirled and twirled, almost as if they were alive. And every night, as soon as the clock struck twelve, she would sneak out of her room, tiptoeing past her parents' bedroom, careful not to wake them up.
By Mopsy Meirelles4 years ago in Fiction
