Muhammad Mehran

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The Last Letter from Nowhere
M Mehran The letter arrived on a Thursday — the kind of day that sits quietly between the noise of the week. No sender name. No return address. Just her name: “Lena Morris.”
By Muhammad Mehran3 months ago in Fiction
The Photographer of Lost Souls
M Mehran Every morning at dawn, Mira Lang stood on the cliffs overlooking the sea, her camera in hand. She waited for the light — that thin, trembling line between night and day — when the world seemed to hold its breath.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
The Library at the Edge of Dreams
M Mehran No one knew when the library appeared. One morning, the townspeople of Merrinfield woke to find a tall glass building standing at the edge of the river — a place that hadn’t been there the day before. It shimmered faintly, like sunlight caught on water. There was no sign, no doorbell, only a single line etched into the glass:
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Painted the Rain
M Mehran The town of Bellhollow had not seen rain for seven years. The riverbeds cracked like old glass, and the fields turned to dust. Children had grown up without ever knowing the sound of thunder.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
The Garden of Endless Days
M Mehran Amir never believed in secrets. A city doctor, he relied on science, schedules, and measurable outcomes. Yet when a colleague whispered about a hidden garden in the mountains where people lived far beyond normal lifespans, his curiosity ignited.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Longevity
The Midnight Journal
M Mehran Zoya had never received a gift quite like it. On her 21st birthday, her aunt handed her a small, leather-bound journal with a delicate lock.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Journal
The Lost Journal
M Mehran Aisha never cared much for antiques, but when she inherited her uncle’s house, she stumbled upon something she couldn’t ignore.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Journal
The Phone That Shouldn’t Ring
M Mehran After her grandmother’s funeral, Nida inherited the old farmhouse at the edge of town. The place was filled with relics—dusty furniture, cracked photographs, and one object that didn’t belong: a heavy, black rotary phone sitting on the hallway table.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Horror
The Mirror at the End of the Hall
M Mehran When Laila’s grandmother passed, she left her an old country house. It was filled with antiques—oak furniture, porcelain dishes, and, in the upstairs hallway, a tall standing mirror with an ornate silver frame.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Horror
The House That Breathed
M Mehran It began with a dare. On the outskirts of town stood a house no one wanted to claim. The windows were boarded, the paint peeled, and weeds grew like claws across the porch. Kids called it The Breathing House, because on quiet nights, some swore they heard it exhale.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Horror
The Bridge at Midnight
M Mehran Chapter One: The Crossing Sami had always taken the long way home. Not because he liked it, but because it let him avoid the old bridge at the edge of town. Locals called it cursed—too many accidents, too many stories whispered in the dark.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Chapters
The Café of Second Chances
M Mehran Chapter One: The Rainy Evening Arman never liked rain. It made the city streets smell of damp concrete and regret. But that evening, caught without an umbrella, he ducked into a small café he had never noticed before. Its wooden sign read simply: Second Chances.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Chapters