Fan Fiction
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms Review – Small Stakes, Strong Impact
As one of the most celebrated fantasy universes ever created, A Song of Ice and Fire continues to command a loyal global audience. After diving deep into Targaryen history with House of the Dragon, the franchise now pivots to something more intimate. A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms trades dragons and dynastic wars for a grounded, character-driven journey—and the result is surprisingly refreshing.
By Fawad Ahmadabout 19 hours ago in Fiction
What Came First, Chicken Or Egg
What Came First What came first, the chicken or the egg? It is an old question, worn smooth by centuries of mouths repeating it, yet it still sits in the hand like a stone you cannot throw away. I have carried it with me since childhood. It followed me through fields, through classrooms, through quiet kitchens where steam rose from cups and the clock ticked like a patient witness.
By Marie381Uk about 22 hours ago in Fiction
The Blue Circle of Love. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1: The Drop The cargo plane flew low over Erangel, growling like an old beast forced to keep flying long after it should have retired. Cabin lights trembled, reflecting off helmets and tactical vests. Some passengers sat in silence. Some stared blankly at the steel floor. Others studied folded maps they already knew by memory. Just another online game with the same play and the same vibe, but way too advance like and online game app. But today something really is different, something that could shake the entire game platform.
By Luke Dreayrya day ago in Fiction
Sunflowers in the Sink
The yellow house on the corner of Elm Street had four bedrooms, a shared kitchen with a finicky dishwasher, and rent split evenly at $800 a head. Mia, the graphic designer, handled the group chat for chore rotations. Jamal, the barista, stocked the fridge with oat milk and craft beers. Sarah, the grad student, blasted true crime podcasts during her late-night study sessions. And then there was Vincent, who paid in crumpled francs and painted the living room walls when it was his turn to vacuum.
By Diane Foster2 days ago in Fiction
Medusa's Nest That Never Sleeps
Medusa felt Kestrel wake before she did, a slow tightening near her left temple, the turn of a narrow head testing the dark. She had given that one the kestrel’s name for its hunting patience, for the way it surveyed the middle distance as though the cave wall might suddenly take flight. The tongue began its work at once, sampling the cavern’s stale breath and bringing back its report. Cold stone, mouse droppings tucked behind the eastern wall, the mineral trace of yesterday’s rain.
By Tim Carmichael2 days ago in Fiction
The She-Wolf
Leonard Bilsiter was one of those people who found the real world dull and uninteresting. Instead of engaging with ordinary life, he preferred to speak mysteriously about unseen forces and secret powers. Like a child inventing imaginary worlds, Leonard created his own version of hidden knowledge—but unlike children, he wanted others to admire and believe him.
By Malak Faisal3 days ago in Fiction
MISS WINCHELSEA'S HEART
Miss Winchelsea had long dreamed of going to Rome. For more than a month before her departure, she spoke of little else. She discussed Roman history, art, poetry, and famous graves as though she had personal ties to them. Some people admired her enthusiasm, but others found it excessive. A few even suggested that she was rather proud of “her Rome.” Still, Miss Winchelsea believed her passion was refined and intellectual, not boastful. She carefully prepared for the journey, selecting clothes that were sensible yet not obviously tourist-like. Even her red guidebook was hidden in a gray cover to avoid looking common. When the great day came, she stood at Charing Cross Station feeling dignified and adventurous.
By Faisal Khan3 days ago in Fiction
