Muhammad

Joined July 2025

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A Bridge Between Seasons
There's a bridge in the town of Elswood that people all walk over without even giving it a second thought. Wooden planks. Gentle groan when you step over the middle one. River beneath, slow and slow. It's not terrific or famous, but for a time, it was the hub of my little world.
By Muhammad3 months ago in Longevity
The Cupcake Shop Where Stories Are Baked
In a quaint town nestled between rolling hills and whispering pines, there stood a little bakery with a pink wooden sign that swung gently in the breeze. The sign read, in cheerful script, “A Sweet Treat: Cupcakes for Sale!”
By Muhammad6 months ago in Longevity
Echoes of Tomorrow
The first time Mira heard the voice, she was twelve. It echoed through the old radio her grandfather had stored in the attic — a dusty relic from a time before Earth spun out of balance. She was turning its knob absently, searching for static music or ghost stories, when the crackling settled into a whisper.
By Muhammad6 months ago in Horror
When Robots Remember Love
The world had gone quiet long ago. Skyscrapers stood hollow, streets overgrown with vines. The skies were clearer than they'd been in centuries, untouched by flight or flame. Humanity, once rulers of Earth, had vanished in the great fading — a slow extinction brought on not by war or fire, but by forgetfulness, disconnection, and the crumbling of meaning.
By Muhammad6 months ago in Longevity
The Last Ship OverMars
They called it The Exodus. After centuries of pollution, war, and failed climate recovery, Earth had finally given up on its tenants. The oceans rose, crops died, and cities were swallowed whole by sandstorms and silence. But in the chaos, a miracle appeared — OverMars Station, a floating colony tethered to Mars’ orbit, humanity’s last breath of salvation.
By Muhammad6 months ago in Lifehack
Rules for Living According to Grandma
If you ever want to survive in this life — and by life, I mean a world full of scammers, salad bars, and overly loud neighbors — you need one thing: a grandma.
By Muhammad6 months ago in Horror
The Legacy of Home
The house on Maple Street had always smelled like cinnamon and pine. Emma could still hear her mother’s laughter echoing in the walls, even though she’d been gone for nearly a year now. Returning home was harder than she imagined — not because of the memories, but because of everything she’d left behind.
By Muhammad6 months ago in Families
A Day in the Life of My Internet Browser History
7:05 AM — “Can you die from eating expired yogurt?” Hi. I’m your Internet Browser History. I saw you open your eyes at 7:03 AM, blink twice, yawn dramatically, and reach for your phone. Within two minutes, you were Googling whether that yogurt you found in the back of your fridge last night was a death sentence. Spoiler alert: you're fine, but you'll probably Google it again tomorrow.
By Muhammad6 months ago in 01
Tides of Time
The wind howled across the shore like a restless spirit, stirring the waves into a foamy rage. Each wave surged forward, only to retreat — as if the sea itself could not make up its mind whether to hold on or to let go. Ava stood barefoot on the cold sand, her dress clinging to her legs, her eyes fixed on the endless blue horizon. This was her first time back in ten years.
By Muhammad6 months ago in Poets
The Roar and the Bray: A Tale of Ass and Lion
In the heart of a great, ancient forest where the trees whispered old songs and the winds carried secrets from distant lands, lived an Ass. Not just any Ass, but one known far and wide—not for strength, nor wisdom, nor bravery—but for his endless desire to be something he was not. The Ass was curious, restless, and, as many creatures agreed, rather foolish.
By Muhammad6 months ago in Fiction
A Night of 100 Stars
The old observatory perched atop Hollow Ridge had been abandoned for years. Its dusty domes and silent telescopes were relics of a forgotten age, standing as a solemn witness to the universe’s vast mysteries. Few dared to venture there after sunset, but tonight was different. Clara’s car had sputtered and died just a mile from the ridge. She cursed under her breath, pulling out her phone only to find a blinking “No Signal.” The sky was a canvas of black velvet, dotted with countless stars, promising the meteor shower forecasted for months. She glanced up, the first streak of a shooting star slicing across the sky like a fleeting whisper.
By Muhammad6 months ago in Fiction
The Memory Market
In the neon-glow underbelly of New Avalon City, where hovercars hummed above cracked streets and holograms danced on metallic walls, memories had become the new currency. Not gold, not crypto—memories.
By Muhammad6 months ago in Fiction