Fan Fiction
Virtual Ghost
I noticed her on my third night playing. At first, I thought she was just another NPC. The game—Eidolon Realm—was known for its realism. The characters felt alive, reacting to your choices with unsettling accuracy. But this one… this one was different.
By Mariana Farias44 minutes ago in Fiction
Sinking ghosts come out to play
Timelines that cross boundaries between the past and the present often fuck me up in the most random ways. I know that I’ve been here before, like this church, but I don’t quite remember how. I remember someone I used to resent that was supposed to be my friend, but he was somehow different.
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
The Weight of a Feather
The sun hadn't yet cleared the jagged teeth of the basalt cliffs when Elias began his morning ritual. He stood before the mirror, checking the leather harness that crisscrossed his chest. It was worn supple by decades of salt and sweat. He adjusted the buckles, ensuring the iron-grey stone fastened to his small of his back was centered. It was the size of a prize-winning pumpkin and weighed exactly eighty-four pounds.
By Edward Smithabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
The Last Letter in the Attic
I hadn’t been back to my grandmother’s house in years. Not since the funeral. The place sat at the edge of town, quiet and stubborn against time, like it refused to admit she was gone. The garden had grown wild, ivy swallowing the porch railing, and the front door groaned like it recognized me when I pushed it open.
By Mariana Fariasabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
She Blocked Him Everywhere… Except in His Dreams
Her profile disappeared from his screen. Their chats—years of late-night conversations, inside jokes, voice notes, and shared secrets—vanished as if they had never existed. Even the little heart emojis they exchanged seemed erased from memory. He stared at his phone that night, willing it to be a mistake. It wasn’t.
By Tawseef Azizabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
The town of Hollow Creek was small, the kind of place where everyone knew your name and your business, sometimes before you even did. Tucked between a crooked row of brick buildings on Main Street, there was a shop that most people walked past without a second glance. Its sign was faded, the paint peeling like old memories: “Elliot’s Timepieces”. Inside, the air smelled of polished wood, brass, and a hint of something unplaceable—like nostalgia in liquid form.
By Mariana Fariasabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
The Overnight Bus Where a Random Man Explored Every Inch of Me in the Back Seat (True Story). Content Warning.
Hi… it’s me, Lila. Twenty-five, sitting here in my little apartment with the rain tapping the window, thighs pressed together just thinking about it. This is what really happened on that long, sweaty overnight bus from Toronto to Montreal last summer. I never thought I’d do this. But my body betrayed me the second the engine started rumbling, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
By Chahat Kaur2 days ago in Fiction
