MUHAMMAD SAIF

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Ashes of Truth
Nadia Khan had a reputation for chasing the truth—the kind that made powerful men nervous. In her ten-year career as an investigative journalist, she’d uncovered bribery rings, health-care scams, and political blackmail. But this time was different. This time, the enemy was untouchable.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF2 months ago in Fiction
13 Minutes Late
Amira took the 11:00 PM train every night. Always the same seat — third car, left window. The familiar hum of the train was her nightly lullaby after long shifts at the hospital. She liked the predictability of it, the quiet rhythm between stations, the soft reflection of tunnel lights gliding across her face.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF2 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Confession
Detective Rafiq always believed silence told more than words. He’d spent twenty-five years reading between the pauses — the trembling hands, the tapping shoes, the glances that lasted a fraction too long. Words lied. Silence didn’t.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF2 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
The rain came steady that night — soft but relentless, like the ticking of a thousand tiny clocks. Detective Marian Drew arrived at the small shop on Harrow Street just after midnight. The sign above the door read:
By MUHAMMAD SAIF3 months ago in Fiction
The Missing Blueprint
The first thing Detective Jonas Hale noticed was the smell — burnt plastic mixed with coffee and printer ink. The second thing was the body.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Call
The call came at 11:47 p.m. — the kind of time when bad news prefers to travel. Detective Elena Vargas had just poured herself a cup of stale coffee when her phone buzzed on the edge of her desk.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF3 months ago in Fiction
The House That Remembers You
When I inherited my grandmother’s house, I expected dust, creaky floors, and maybe a few ghosts of memory. I didn’t expect it to remember me.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voice on the Radio
The day the power grids failed, the world didn’t end with fire or screams. It ended with silence. At first, people filled that silence with noise—hammering on walls, revving dead cars, shouting into the void, desperate to be heard by anyone who might still be listening. But when the fuel ran out, and batteries drained to nothing, that noise faded too.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Hour at Saint Verena’s
They say Saint Verena’s bell never stopped ringing. Even after the fire, even after the walls fell and the roof caved in, those who live near the ruins claim they still hear it — a low, mournful toll that echoes through the fog at exactly 3:17 a.m.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF3 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Daughters. AI-Generated.
When I was a child, my father told me never to listen to the clocks after midnight. He said they whispered. He was the town’s only clockmaker — a patient man with silver eyes and trembling hands that never seemed to miss a gear. Our house sat at the end of a cobbled lane where the wind always smelled like metal dust and oil. Inside, time lived in every corner: walls lined with pendulums, shelves of pocket watches ticking in uneven rhythm, and a great tower clock above our heads that never struck the same hour twice.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF3 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern at Hollow’s End. AI-Generated.
There’s a road outside the village that no one takes after dusk. It winds through the trees like a sleeping serpent — silent, cold, and shimmering faintly under the moon. The locals call it Hollow’s End, though no one remembers exactly why. Some say a house once stood there, some say a temple, and others whisper it was something far older.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF3 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the heart of the city, tucked between two weathered brick buildings, there was a tiny shop with a faded sign: Harper’s Clocks. Most passersby ignored it, assuming it had long been abandoned, but to those who entered, it was a place where time seemed to bend.
By MUHAMMAD SAIF4 months ago in Fiction