Fan Fiction

Romeo, Juliet, and the Rules of Verona
The Capulets and the Montagues loathed one another. That was the way it was. That was the way it was always supposed to be. Every member of the Montagues had to despise every member of the Capulets and vice-versa. In this hatred, Verona prospered.
By Reileyabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Year We Waited for the Fireworks
On the last working day before Chinese New Year, Shanghai felt like it was holding its breath. Offices emptied early. Elevators filled with suitcases instead of laptops. Even the air seemed lighter, as if the city itself was preparing to be left behind.
By Zidanea day ago in Fiction
“Procedures for the Retention of Personal Effects”
1.1 All personal effects must be surrendered upon intake. Items will be collected prior to assignment and reviewed for compliance with current retention standards. Effects discovered after intake will be processed retroactively without notice.
By Jeannie Dawn Coffman2 days ago in Fiction
When the Lantern Came Back On
When the Lanterns Came Back On The train station in Hangzhou smelled like metal, steamed buns, and winter coats that had not seen the sun in weeks. Li Wen stood near Platform Six, her phone cold in her hand, watching families spill out of the arrivals gate. Red suitcases. Red scarves. Red envelopes already peeking from pockets. It was two days before Chinese New Year, and everyone seemed to be going somewhere they belonged.
By Zidane3 days ago in Fiction
Travis Kelce Jokes Taylor Swift is 'Gonna Kill Me' After Viral Podcast Mishap
Travis Kelce recently suffered a hilarious podcast mishap, and the NFL star jokingly fears the wrath of his fiancée. During a recent recording of the New Heights podcast, things took a chaotic turn, prompting Kelce to quip that Taylor Swift is "gonna kill me."
By Ann D. Burch3 days ago in Fiction
“180 Rupees That Killed a Man”. AI-Generated.
Nobody knew exactly when Master Ilyas came to this neighborhood and when he rented this room, but everyone knew that Master Ilyas was a migrant and belonged to an area in Ambala because he spoke the dialect that is spoken in Ambala. Master Ilyas lived in a rented room and the neighborhood boys would come to him to learn counting, recite multiplication tables, and write on slates. He had a pair of partridges and a purebred rooster. The partridges remained in cages, but the purebred rooster would stand a little distance from the door of his room. Master Ilyas had put a brass anklet on one leg of the rooster and tied a strong string to it, and tied the other end of the string to a nail hammered into the threshold of his room. All the people of the neighborhood respected Master Ilyas and would pass by his door saying 'Assalam-o-Alaikum'. Master Ji also did some other work, but nobody knew what it was. Perhaps he worked as a clerk in the vegetable market, or set up a stall in a distant neighborhood, or worked as a daily wage laborer painting and varnishing in a factory. Nobody knew about him very well, but everyone knew that Master Ilyas's livelihood was just barely sufficient. Actually, Master Sahib was a simple man and did not know how to keep up with the times. For some reason, his face was such that seeing it did not generate a feeling of love or sympathy in people's hearts, and for some reason, his conversation style was such that nobody would believe him. He did not lie. He did not cheat. He did not exaggerate. He did not boast. He did not scare anyone. Because of this People did not believe him. His conversation contained many grammatical and rhetorical errors, and the listener would get frustrated and leave his company. He was so simple and innocent that he didn't seem human. He seemed like a burden on the whole neighborhood and society, and since no one liked to associate with such people, he had no friends. That is why the neighbors respected him and would say "peace be upon you" as they passed his door. One winter evening, the landlord scolded Master Ilyas in harsh words and threatened that if he did not pay the past six months' rent of 180 rupees within three days, he would throw his belongings out. Master Ji was struck dumb with fear because he did not have one hundred and eighty rupees in a lump sum. He only had forty rupees, which he had made fifty by stringing a ten-rupee note with them. Earlier, the landlord used to take forty or fifty rupees and give a future date, but this time he became stubborn and threw the fifty rupees strung on a thread in front of the purebred rooster and said, "Go away! I will not take it. Give me the full one hundred and eighty." When he said this and left, Master Ilyas picked up the fifty rupees from the floor and put them in his waistcoat pocket. Then he went into his room, sat sadly on the cot, and due to severe grief, his voice was choked, and this was the first time someone's voice was choked without crying! Ghagha (choked voice) also means loss of voice in the throat. As promised, the landlord threw his belongings out. He placed Master Sahib's cot behind the two transformer poles and arranged the rest of his belongings around it. He put a new Chinese padlock on the room and rode his scooter home. His house was quite far from this neighborhood, and he used to come monthly to collect the rent for his rooms.
By Muhammad Haris khan 4 days ago in Fiction
The Last Howl of Silver Paw
Subtitle: A Wild Story About Loyalty, Freedom, and the Voice That Refused to Die The forest of North Ridge had a voice. At night, when the moon climbed high and the world grew silent, that voice echoed through the trees—a long, haunting howl that made the wind pause and the stars listen. The animals called it Silver Paw.
By Rahman Khan4 days ago in Fiction
The Night the Princess Chose Love
The rain began the way secrets often do—softly, almost politely, as if asking permission to exist. Princess Seraphina noticed it first from her balcony, the way the lantern lights blurred and trembled as droplets fell. The palace behind her was alive with music and conversation, but she had slipped away again, drawn to the quiet pull of the night. Rain always made the world feel more honest. Less polished. More willing to confess.
By Zidane4 days ago in Fiction
The Train That Only Stops for Regret
No one buys a ticket for the train that stops for regret. You find it when you are already tired of pretending you don’t have any.
By Imran Ali Shah4 days ago in Fiction
Manzoor: The Boy Who Healed Hearts.. AI-Generated.
When he was admitted to the hospital, his condition was very bad. On the first night he was kept only on oxygen. The nurse who was on duty thought that this new patient would die before morning. His pulse rate was uncertain. His body was soaked in sweat. Sometimes he lay on one side and sometimes on the other. When the restlessness increased, he would sit up and start taking long breaths. His color was yellow like a lump of turmeric. His eyes were sunken inward. The bridge of his nose was cold like a piece of ice. There was trembling over his whole body.
By Muhammad Haris khan 5 days ago in Fiction
The Halazia Chronicles
Those dreamy days of summer flew by like a bird on the wing, and the boys felt as though they were the sole inhabitants of a pocket universe.
By Guia Nocon5 days ago in Fiction
Selena Gomez and Benny Blanco Are Ready to Start a Family: Exploring Surrogacy and Adoption. AI-Generated.
Selena Gomez and Benny Blanco are officially ready to turn the page on their next chapter. Following their wedding in September, insiders report that the newlyweds are eager to start a family immediately. The couple is reportedly moving with a sense of urgency, actively exploring alternative paths to parenthood, specifically surrogacy and adoption.
By Ann D. Burch6 days ago in Fiction