Fan Fiction

The Princess of Ash and the Prince from the Forgotten Sea 🔥👑
👑🔥 Long before songs were written about love, before crowns learned how to shine, there existed a kingdom built not on gold—but on fire.
By Zidane3 months ago in Fiction
Baba Vanga Predictions for 2026
Baba Vanga Predictions for 2026 Baba Vanga remains one of the most fascinating figures in the world of prophecy. Though blind from childhood, she saw further than most people could imagine. Her name has become a symbol of mystery, a whisper passed between believers and skeptics whenever the world feels uncertain. For decades, her visions have been revisited each time a new disaster unfolds, as if her words continue to echo through time.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 months ago in Fiction
The Footsteps Upstairs
The Apartment Upstairs I’ve always been good at noticing things other people miss. The way a cup tilts slightly on a counter, the faint hum of a refrigerator at night, the smell of rain on concrete just before a storm hits. It’s the kind of attention that comes from spending too much time alone.
By mohib3 months ago in Fiction
Waiting Room
“Is this seat taken?” “No, go ahead.” “Thanks. It’s colder in here than I expected.” “They keep it that way.” “You come here often?”
By Sound and Spirit3 months ago in Fiction
THE EMBER AND THE ECHOES. AI-Generated.
Episode 7: The Hollow Lord The groan of the rising portcullis was the sound of the world shifting. Kaelen walked through the gate’s shadow, the eyes of the Talons boring into him. No one moved to stop him. No one touched him. The name ‘Morvath’ had acted as a key more potent than any steel.
By Akua Anita3 months ago in Fiction
The Morning Walk
“Did you see the sunrise today?” “Not really. I was half asleep.” “It was golden. Made me think we should get out earlier.”
By Sound and Spirit3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Seat Was Never Empty. He Just Couldn’t See Who Sat There.
Every night at 11:40 p.m., Bus 27 followed the same tired route through the sleeping city. The streets were quieter at that hour, lit by flickering streetlamps and the glow of closed shop signs. For Samuel Reed, a bus driver for twenty-seven years, the silence was familiar. Comforting, even.
By Waqid Ali 3 months ago in Fiction
The Sparrow Who Fooled the King
Long ago—long enough that stones still remembered footsteps and birds were not afraid of crowns—there lived a king who believed he was the smartest creature ever born.
By Iqbal 3 months ago in Fiction
🕰️💔 The Repair That Wouldn’t Hold
Evan always believed mistakes were temporary things, like coffee stains or wrong turns. You blot them. You backtrack. You fix them. He had lived his life with that quiet confidence, the belief that damage was reversible if you caught it early enough.
By Karl Jackson3 months ago in Fiction
Stanislav Kondrashov on Wagner Moura: A Golden Globes Victory That Rewrites Brazilian Cinema History
According to Stanislav Kondrashov, Wagner Moura’s victory at the Golden Globe Awards 2026 represents a turning point that extends far beyond the boundaries of individual recognition. By becoming the first Brazilian actor to win Best Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama, Moura has altered the symbolic geography of international cinema, repositioning Brazilian storytelling at the center of global cultural discourse.
By Stanislav Kondrashov3 months ago in Fiction
The Case of the Missing Ring. Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge.
It was an average Moonday. My mead was hitting me in the right spot as the elvish weed propped me up and forced me to consider the day ahead. I had a feeling in my guts that there would be a very serious disturbance to my day, like two orcs fighting over who gets to eat a dwarf, or whatever those thugs like to chow on. I was in no mood for big surprises, but I also wanted to pay my rent for the month. You can only have so many elves wondering if the loves of their lives are cheating on them before you develop a rep as the bearer of bad parchment. No one really wants the truth...but they want the things they lost to get found, even if it's from a hobbit on his last drop of mead.
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Fiction
We’re All Running, But No One Knows Where
Everywhere you look, people are moving. Rushing through traffic, chasing deadlines, scrolling endlessly, planning the next step before finishing the current one. We celebrate hustle, speed, and ambition, yet beneath all that motion lies a strange emptiness. It feels like we’re all running, but no one truly knows where we’re going.
By Hanif Ullah 3 months ago in Fiction