Muhammad Ahmar
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"I Saw My Future in a Stranger’s Tattoo
I Saw My Future in a Stranger’s Tattoo Your (Ahmar) The train to Vienna was running late, and the station buzzed with the restless shuffling of tired feet. I had a window seat in Carriage 4, facing backwards—a fitting metaphor for my life at that moment. I had just quit my job, ended a five-year relationship, and packed my life into a backpack with more zippers than logic. Europe was supposed to be my escape. Instead, it felt like limbo.
By Muhammad Ahmar 6 months ago in Art
The Day Google Forgot Me
The Day Google Forgot Me At first, it was small. I woke up late, no alarm buzzing. My phone lay cold and silent on the nightstand. I frowned—odd, considering I never forget to set it. When I picked it up, the screen flickered once and went black.
By Muhammad Ahmar 6 months ago in Psyche
The Silence in Apartment 6B
It sat at the end of the hallway in the old Briarwood Complex, behind a chipped green door that hadn’t opened in years. The light above it flickered constantly, humming like a dying bee. People passed it quickly. Even the building super, Mr. Hartley, who had worked there for over two decades, claimed the apartment was just “storage space.”
By Muhammad Ahmar 6 months ago in Art
"The Boy Who Collected Broken Things"
I Saw My Future in a Stranger’s Tattoo Jude was the boy who collected broken things. Your Ahmar A cracked marble here, a torn kite there, bits of rusty watches, lopsided buttons, bottle caps with faded logos, and once, even a shattered mirror shard no bigger than a coin. He didn’t know why he picked them up—only that they whispered to him, each one humming a faint, invisible story only he could hear. They were forgotten things, like him. Alone but still clinging to meaning.
By Muhammad Ahmar 6 months ago in Education
"The Man Who Lives on Floor 13"
The Man Who Lives on Floor 13 your Ahmar In the heart of a forgotten part of the city, where the air always smelled faintly of mildew and the streetlamps flickered like dying stars, stood the Elderpine Apartments—a towering, concrete relic from the 1970s with more secrets than tenants.
By Muhammad Ahmar 6 months ago in Horror
"The Man Who Lives on Floor 13"
The Man Who Lives on Floor 13 By Ahmar The first time I heard about Floor 13, I thought it was a joke. I'd just moved into the Elmridge Tower Apartments, a weathered 20-story building nestled in a quiet corner of the city. The rent was suspiciously low, but I chalked that up to the building’s age and the faded green carpets that lined the hallways like moss. My unit was on the 14th floor. Or so the elevator said.
By Muhammad Ahmar 6 months ago in Horror
