Fan Fiction

“We Are the Ones…”
We are the ones… who stay, even after you leave. We don’t walk away easily. We don’t forget quickly. And we don’t pretend like nothing ever mattered.
By Fawad Ahmadabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
American Uk Air Base a BurtonWood
Burtonwood and the Girls They Left Behind (My Story & Poem) RAF Burtonwood sat just outside Warrington, flat land stretching wide, with long concrete runways and massive hangars that seemed to swallow clouds. Opened in 1940, it was built for the war effort, but everything changed when the Americans arrived. By the mid-1940s, Burtonwood had become the largest U.S. air base in Europe, home to more than 18,000 American servicemen, bustling with the roar of engines and the endless hum of planes coming and going.
By George’s Girl 2026 about 24 hours ago in Fiction
My Wife of Bath...
Note: if you do not know much about the Wife of Bath, or this Challenge, watch the above video, and look at the link below. I have decided that since this is a letter, I am going to keep it brief.
By Kendall Defoe a day ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umair2 days ago in Fiction
R.I.T.A.. Top Story - March 2026.
898 Myriad Circle Unit #2 Pteetneet City 08647 “They aren’t numbered, which one is unit 2?” “Well, my dear Bird, I assume it must be that one in the middle,” said Cosmo.
By Amos Glade3 days ago in Fiction
The Silver Creation
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” Epimetheus said, his voice echoing against the stone pillars of the temple. Before him stood a woman clad in silvery raiments, her skin catching the flickering light of the torches. A silver tiara rested upon her brow, and rings glinted from her fingers and toes.
By imtiazalam4 days ago in Fiction
The Weight of Wax
Everyone knows the story of Icarus. They tell it to children like a warning wrapped in sunlight: a boy given wings who flew too close to the sun, ignoring his father's wisdom. Pride carried him upward. Heat melted the wax. The sea took him.
By Lydia martinez4 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Silent Key
To the stranger who borrowed my silence and called it your own: I used to wonder what kind of person does that. Not steal money. Not steal fame. But steal something quieter — something invisible. An idea, a symbol, a piece of meaning that someone else built in the privacy of their own mind.
By Yasir Rehman4 days ago in Fiction
Seeking The Facts Behind a Myth
Each individual alone judges what they have faith in from what life has taught them. Faith arrives when there is an interplay between mind and body, that forms a strong framework laid on strong foundations. Faith that information, from something larger that can transcend to the depth of the heart and enhance a spirit with confidence in a soul that sees past blindly believing in the causes of wars fought in the name of religious idealism or a way of life that imposes restrictions based on race, caste or the gender one is born into, often stems from the dignity of science, church and community. Through the nature of alchemy, astrology and theory, the brain sorts through what is repressed, unknown or ignored then disassociates preconceived ideas to bring honor and respect to the dead.
By Katherine D. Graham5 days ago in Fiction
The Morning My Reflection Disappeared
I thought it was just another Saturday. Alarm at 7:00 a.m., the tail end of some weird dream I’d already forgotten, and that familiar battle between “I could sleep more” and “I’ll hate Monday if I do.” I stuck to the plan, got up, stretched, and let the sunlight hit my face like it always does on weekends.
By abualyaanart5 days ago in Fiction
The Choices of Silence
Elena had always believed that life demanded action, yet she found herself frozen most of the time. Standing at the edge of the crowded café, she watched strangers talk, laugh, and argue. Their voices blended into a constant hum, a symphony of choices she had never dared to make.
By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Fiction
Shadows of the City
The city never truly slept. Even in the dead of night, the streets pulsed with life, muted and distant, like a dream vibrating just beyond reach. I walked through them, the soles of my shoes clicking against cracked pavement, my shadow stretching long and thin under the flickering streetlights.
By Ibrahim 5 days ago in Fiction