Muhammad Bilal

Joined July 2025

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When You Were Still Here
I wake up every morning With your name still in my head, Like you were just beside me, Not long ago—but dead. Your cup sits on the table, Still stained with morning tea. I never moved a single thing Since the day you left me.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Poets
What We Leave Buried Behind. AI-Generated.
Jacob stood at the edge of the woods behind his childhood home. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows on the ground, and the air smelled of pine and old leaves. He hadn't been here in over twenty years, not since he was seventeen and angry at the world.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train Home. AI-Generated.
The night air was chilly. The train station was quiet, almost empty. A few people stood near the platform, waiting. The lights above buzzed and flickered. It was almost midnight. This was the last train home.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
Leo and Luma. AI-Generated.
In a faraway land, beyond tall mountains and wide rivers, there were two great kingdoms. One was called the Land of Flame. It was a strong, hot land filled with fire and stone. The king of this land was a young Lion. His mane was bright like the sun, and his voice was deep and proud. The people in the Land of Flame were brave and bold, just like their ruler.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
The Equation of Confidence. AI-Generated.
In a quiet town nestled between green hills and golden wheat fields, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was in Grade 9 and had a curious mind, but when it came to math, curiosity turned into fear. The numbers seemed to blur together, and the formulas danced off the page like a foreign language he couldn’t understand.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Education
The Last Phone Call. AI-Generated.
It was a cold Tuesday morning when Emma Taylor walked into the police station with shaking hands and eyes full of worry. “My brother is missing,” she told the officer at the desk. “It’s been three days. Please help me.”
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Criminal
The Mirror in Room Nine. AI-Generated.
I never believed in haunted hotels—until I stayed in Room Nine. It was late November, and I was driving through northern Vermont for a photography project when a blizzard rolled in faster than expected. My car skidded near a curve, and I barely made it to a small roadside inn with a flickering neon sign: The Elkwood Lodge – Since 1923.
By Muhammad Bilal6 months ago in Fiction