Muhammad Bilal
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Autumn Letters
It started with a windblown letter. Clara Morgan was late for her shift at the Brooklyn Public Library when she saw it—an envelope caught on the corner of a subway bench, fluttering like a bird with clipped wings. She would’ve walked past it, like everyone else did, but something about the handwriting stopped her. It was neat, slanted, and romantic. She picked it up.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Humans
The Echoes of Black Hollow
The villagers of Black Hollow had long whispered of the thundering nights—when the hills moaned and the earth trembled like something ancient stirred deep beneath. But those were just stories. Warnings old folks passed to children huddled near the fireplace. That is, until the night the throng returned.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Horror
Shadows of the Silk Street
The narrow lanes of Silk Street had always been a tapestry of life—vendors yelling out prices, children chasing kites, and the rhythmic beat of tailors hammering needles through cloth. But on one humid July morning, the vibrant rhythm came to a halt when a body was discovered behind Ahmad Tailor’s shop.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Criminal
Don't Open the Thirteenth Door
The old Blackridge Asylum had been shut down for over forty years. Locals called it the hollow heart of the forest, a place swallowed by ivy and whispered rumors. Parents warned their kids to stay away, and even birds avoided the crumbling roof.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Horror
Echoes of the Blue Kite
The alley behind the old apartment complex in East Detroit was where Eli always flew his blue kite. It was cheap—faded from sun and frayed at the edges—but to Eli, it was freedom. His little brother, Noah, only five years old, would laugh and cheer every time the kite soared above the buildings, catching wind over rusted rooftops and broken basketball hoops.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Criminal
The Empty Chair
It was the first day of school at Greenwood Public High, and Ms. Saba walked into her ninth-grade classroom with her usual calm smile and a stack of fresh lesson plans. The classroom smelled of new notebooks, sharpened pencils, and the eager silence that comes just before the first bell.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Education
The Clockmaker's Paradox
In a small, fog-covered village nestled between two ancient mountains, there lived an old man named Elric Dorne, known to the villagers simply as The Clockmaker. His tiny workshop sat at the corner of Elder Street, a humble space filled with ticking, chiming, whirring clocks of every shape and size.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Confession
The rain tapped steadily against the cracked windows of Room 209 in the forgotten motel at the edge of the city. Inside, a man sat alone at a small wooden table, a dim lamp above him casting a flickering circle of light. His name was Raymir Cole, known in the underworld as “The Ghost”—a name earned from ten years of flawless heists, vanishing acts, and silence.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Criminal
Unlocking Your Inner Genius
In today’s fast-paced and competitive world, intelligence is more than just having a high IQ or acing exams — it’s about how we think, learn, adapt, and grow. Becoming "smart" isn’t a gift reserved for the lucky few; it’s a skill that can be developed over time. With the right habits, mindset, and commitment, anyone can become smarter in both academic and practical life.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Education
Shadows of the Bazaar
The narrow alleys of Lahore’s old Anarkali Bazaar buzzed with life, as vendors shouted prices, spices filled the air with aroma, and shoppers haggled under the sun’s golden glare. Among the crowd, Faizan, a quiet middle-aged shopkeeper, ran a modest antique shop that had been in his family for three generations. His stall, tucked away behind a book vendor, held rare coins, old clocks, and fragments of forgotten stories.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Criminal
