Muhammad Mehran

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The Criminal Nobody Suspected
M Mehran The first report said it was an accident. A kitchen fire. Nothing unusual—old houses do that sometimes. But by the time the fourth house burned in the same neighborhood, the town of Briar Creek stopped calling it coincidence.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Criminal
The Criminal Who Turned Himself In
M Mehran The night I walked into the police station, the officer at the front desk didn’t even look up. He was stirring sugar into his coffee like it was the most important thing happening in the world.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Criminal
The Interview I Wasn’t Prepared For
M Mehran I have been through interviews before—phone screens, Zoom calls, panel rooms with too-bright lighting and too-fake smiles—but nothing prepared me for the one scheduled at 9:00 a.m. on a rainy Tuesday in November.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Interview
The Journal Keeper
M Mehran The first time I saw the journal, it wasn’t because I was looking for it. I was looking for something far less poetic—my phone charger. But life is strange that way. It rarely gives you what you ask for, only what you need.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Journal
The Clockmaker’s Promise
M Mehran Everyone in the quiet town of Eldenbrook knew Elias Thorn, the old clockmaker whose shop stood at the corner of Willow Street. The windows were always fogged with dust and time, and the shelves were filled with clocks—grandfather clocks, pocket watches, delicate sand timers, and curious contraptions no one had names for.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern Maker of Lyria
M Mehran Lyria was a town that did not sleep. Even at midnight, its narrow cobblestone streets glowed with strings of paper lanterns—blue for peace, yellow for hope, white for healing, and red for courage. But the most beautiful lanterns, the ones people whispered about, came from the workshop at the very edge of the riverbank, where an old woman named Sera lived.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter from Nowhere
M Mehran The letter arrived on a Thursday — the kind of day that sits quietly between the noise of the week. No sender name. No return address. Just her name: “Lena Morris.”
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Fiction
The Photographer of Lost Souls
M Mehran Every morning at dawn, Mira Lang stood on the cliffs overlooking the sea, her camera in hand. She waited for the light — that thin, trembling line between night and day — when the world seemed to hold its breath.
By Muhammad Mehran3 months ago in Fiction
The Library at the Edge of Dreams
M Mehran No one knew when the library appeared. One morning, the townspeople of Merrinfield woke to find a tall glass building standing at the edge of the river — a place that hadn’t been there the day before. It shimmered faintly, like sunlight caught on water. There was no sign, no doorbell, only a single line etched into the glass:
By Muhammad Mehran3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Painted the Rain
M Mehran The town of Bellhollow had not seen rain for seven years. The riverbeds cracked like old glass, and the fields turned to dust. Children had grown up without ever knowing the sound of thunder.
By Muhammad Mehran3 months ago in Fiction
The Garden of Endless Days
M Mehran Amir never believed in secrets. A city doctor, he relied on science, schedules, and measurable outcomes. Yet when a colleague whispered about a hidden garden in the mountains where people lived far beyond normal lifespans, his curiosity ignited.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Longevity
The Midnight Journal
M Mehran Zoya had never received a gift quite like it. On her 21st birthday, her aunt handed her a small, leather-bound journal with a delicate lock.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Journal