Muhammad Ibrar
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Whispers Between Pages
In the quiet town of Everbrook, tucked between cobblestone streets and ivy-clad buildings, stood a forgotten little library — Wren’s Library. It smelled of old paper, coffee stains, and memories. Few visited now. The world outside had gotten faster, louder. But inside, the books still breathed, and the past whispered through the cracks in the wooden shelves.
By Muhammad Ibrar9 months ago in Fiction
Under the Same Stars
Every night after work, Mia would climb up the old fire escape to the roof of her apartment building in New York City. She would sit on the ledge, hugging her knees, and look up at the endless stretch of stars. It was her escape from the noise, the loneliness, the ache of missing something — or someone — she hadn’t even met yet.
By Muhammad Ibrar9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of an Unspoken Love
Ethan had always been the quiet one. In a world full of loud confessions and grand gestures, he preferred the silent comfort of a smile, the way eyes could speak without a word. And in all his twenty-three years, the only voice that ever truly stirred his heart belonged to his best friend, Lily.
By Muhammad Ibrar9 months ago in Fiction
When We Meet Again
The cold breeze swept across the old train station, rustling the yellowed leaves that danced around Claire's feet. She pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders and stared down the empty tracks. Ten years. It had been ten long years since she had last stood here — the day she left behind everything she loved, including him.
By Muhammad Ibrar9 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of a Guilty Heart
I never meant to kill him. He was a quiet man, meticulous in everything he did, with a house that smelled of old wood and order. I rented the upstairs room from him. He never pried. Never scolded. Never shouted. But every evening, when he retired to his study, that eye…
By Muhammad Ibrar9 months ago in Fiction
The Price of Tradition
The village of Eldergrove was quiet, tucked between rolling hills and misty woods, seemingly untouched by time. Its people were kind, its streets clean, and its homes tidy. Outsiders who stumbled upon it would often say it felt like walking into a storybook. But what they didn’t know was that Eldergrove kept a secret, one hidden behind every smile, every handshake, and every warm loaf of bread passed over a neighbor’s fence.
By Muhammad Ibrar9 months ago in Earth
