Fan Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Ash Tree
The first time Elara heard the whispers, she was twelve, crouched beneath the gnarled branches of the old ash tree that crowned the hill behind her grandmother’s house. The air smelled of wet earth and burned wood, a memory of last night’s fire still clinging to the soil. The voices were not loud—never loud—but soft murmurs that trembled through the leaves like wind through strings.
By Ihsanullah27 days ago in Fiction
I Found Your Old Jacket and Everything Came Back
I Found Your Old Jacket and Everything Came Back I wasn’t looking for it. That’s the strange thing about memories—they rarely arrive when you invite them. They appear quietly when you’re doing something ordinary, like cleaning out a closet on a quiet Sunday afternoon.
By Ihsanullah27 days ago in Fiction
The Last Message You Never Sent
At 11:47 p.m., my phone buzzed. I remember the time because I was staring at the clock when it happened, lying on my bed with the lights off, listening to the quiet hum of the ceiling fan. The room smelled faintly of rain drifting in through the open window.
By Ihsanullah27 days ago in Fiction
We Sat in Silence Until the Truth Finally Arrived. AI-Generated.
The café was quieter than usual that afternoon. Outside, a thin October rain slid slowly down the windows, blurring the city into soft gray shapes. Cars passed like distant whispers. The smell of roasted coffee beans hung warmly in the air, mixing with the faint sweetness of cinnamon pastries cooling behind the counter.
By Ihsanullah27 days ago in Fiction
The Text I Never Sent—and the Regret That Followed. AI-Generated.
The message sat on my phone for three days. Three days of staring at the blinking cursor. Three days of typing, deleting, retyping. Three days of wondering if a few simple words could change the direction of a life—or quietly destroy what was left of it.
By Ihsanullah27 days ago in Fiction
Don’t Let Me Fall in Love With You
I knew I would lose you the moment I started praying for you. Love didn’t arrive like a storm. It came quietly — in the way your name felt softer on my lips, in the way the world seemed calmer when you stood beside me. And that is what terrified me most. Because the most dangerous loves are not the loud ones… they are the ones that feel like home.
By imtiazalam27 days ago in Fiction
The Gardens of Eternity
I closed my eyes and let my heart drift into a place I had never seen but always longed for. The weight of this world — the pain, the loss, the endless nights of sorrow — seemed to vanish with every breath. Somewhere beyond the clouds, beyond time itself, lay a place the Quran calls Jannah, the ultimate abode of peace, beauty, and eternal joy. And in that fleeting moment, I could almost feel it.
By imtiazalam27 days ago in Fiction
The Room Still Smells Like You: Letting Go After Heartbreak
It had been three months since he left, three months since the door clicked shut behind him for the last time. And yet, the apartment still smelled like him—cologne, faintly floral, a trace of coffee and early morning sunlight. She breathed it in, each inhalation a knife pressed gently against her chest.
By Ihsanullah27 days ago in 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 Ahmad29 days ago in Fiction
