Muhammad Mehran
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The Weight of a Confession
M Mehran Confessions rarely come easy. They are heavy things, sitting in the chest like stones, pressing down until breath itself feels borrowed. For Daniel Price, the weight had grown unbearable. For ten years, he carried a secret he swore he would never share, until the silence itself became louder than the truth.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Confessions
Beyond the Game: The Story Cleats Tell
M Mehran For most people, cleats are just footwear—shoes with studs or spikes, meant for traction on grass or turf. But for athletes, cleats are far more than that. They carry stories of hard work, dreams, victories, and heartbreak. A pair of cleats often becomes a silent witness to an athlete’s journey, soaking up sweat, mud, and sometimes even tears.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Cleats
The Silent Heist
M Mehran The city of Brookdale prided itself on being calm and predictable. Nestled between rolling hills and quiet rivers, it was the kind of place where shopkeepers knew customers by name, and neighbors left pies on each other’s porches. But in late autumn, something unusual shattered the town’s sense of security: the silent heist.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Criminal
Shadows in the Alley
M Mehran It was just past midnight when the quiet town of Greenford stirred with whispers of fear. For months, residents had been on edge—doors double-locked, windows barred, and curtains drawn tight. Something sinister was unfolding in their neighborhood, and no one knew who would be the next victim.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Criminal
The Blush of Yesterday
M Mehran The town of Maplewood had a rhythm of its own. People moved slowly, smiled cautiously, and kept their secrets tucked behind polite conversation. Among them was Lila Harper, a young woman who had always felt that life was a series of hidden moments—moments that, if noticed, could leave your cheeks warm with an unexpected blush.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Blush
The Secret of Willow Lane Book Club
M Mehran In the quiet town of Ashwood, mornings were slow, afternoons gentle, and evenings filled with the occasional echo of laughter from the town square. Yet, behind the ivy-covered walls of an old Victorian house on Willow Lane, something extraordinary was happening every Thursday evening: the town’s Book Club.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in BookClub
Chapters of Life
M Mehran In the small town of Willowbrook, life moved slowly. People measured time not by clocks, but by the chapters of their own lives. Every home, every street, every shop carried memories, beginnings, and endings like invisible bookmarks in a book.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Chapters
The Midnight Heist of Riverside Lane
M Mehran Riverside Lane had always been quiet, almost painfully so. Rows of brick houses, neatly trimmed hedges, and the soft hum of streetlights gave the illusion of safety. But beneath the calm surface, the neighborhood had a secret: for weeks, residents had been reporting missing items—small things at first, then more valuable: jewelry, electronics, even cash.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Criminal
The House on Harbor Street
M Mehran No one on Harbor Street liked to talk about the gray house at the corner. Its windows were always shuttered, the garden overrun with ivy, and the gate leaned as if it might collapse under its own rust. Children dared each other to touch the front steps, but few stayed long. The house had been empty for years—or so everyone thought.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
The Day the Earth Spoke
M Mehran It began quietly. No earthquakes, no storms, no sudden fire in the sky. Just a sound, deep and low, that rippled beneath the feet of every person across the world. At first, people thought it was construction, or thunder rolling in from some unseen storm. But when it continued for minutes, then hours, scientists confirmed what no one wanted to believe.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Earth
The Case of the Vanishing Briefcase
M Mehran Okulmide was not the sort of detective who filled out paperwork quietly behind a desk. In Lagos, where the air hummed with traffic, markets, and secrets traded in alleyways, his reputation had grown: sharp eyes, sharper instincts, and a stubbornness that made criminals nervous.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Criminal
