Muhammad Mehran
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The Poet’s Bench
M Mehran In the heart of Willowbrook Park, near the old fountain where children still tossed pennies for wishes, stood a weathered wooden bench. Its paint had long since faded to a pale gray, and the carved initials of decades of young lovers ran across it like secret graffiti. Yet, in the evenings, the bench came alive with words.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Poets
The Lantern in the River
M Mehran In the quiet town of Bellmere, where the river curled like a silver ribbon through the valley, people whispered about the Lantern. No one quite remembered how the tale began. Some said it was a fisherman’s trick of light, others swore it was the ghost of a woman waiting for someone who never came home. Whatever its origin, the story lived on: every August, when the moon was high and the nights grew cooler, a single lantern appeared, drifting down the river against the current.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
The Garden of Memories
M Mehran The old house at the corner of Willow Lane had always been full of life. Its walls were faded, but its garden bloomed every spring with colors that seemed to laugh at time itself. For the Patel family, it was more than a home—it was a tapestry of memories, stitched together over generations.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Families
The Bridge of Second Chances
M Mehran In the town of Riverton, a small bridge spanned the quiet river that divided the old neighborhood from the new. To most, it was just a functional crossing, worn with age and lined with chipped paint. But to those who knew its history, it was a symbol—a bridge between regret and redemption.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
M Mehran In the heart of Ashwood, a sleepy town where everyone knew everyone, there was a small shop tucked between a bakery and a bookstore. Its sign read simply: “Harrison’s Clocks”. Few paid it much attention, but those who did, whispered about the old clockmaker and the secrets he kept.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Alley: A Story of Crime and Consequence
M Mehran Every city has its hidden corners—alleys where streetlights flicker, abandoned lots where silence weighs heavy, and faces you don’t look at too long. In those shadows, stories of crime are written—stories not just about criminals, but about choices, chances, and consequences.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Criminal
The Day the Earth Spoke
M Mehran On a quiet morning, long before the world woke up, the Earth let out a sigh. It wasn’t the rumble of thunder or the roar of a storm—it was the kind of sigh you only notice if you’re paying attention. Birds stopped their songs, trees swayed as if listening, and the rivers seemed to pause.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Earth
The Classroom Without Walls: How One Village Redefined Education
M Mehran On a dusty road in a forgotten valley stood a single tree that changed everything. Its branches stretched wide, casting a cool shade on the earth below. Beneath it sat a dozen children on straw mats, their notebooks balanced on their knees, eyes locked on the man who had turned this patch of ground into a classroom. His name was Master Rahim, and though his “school” had no walls, no desks, and no chalkboard, it became the most powerful place in the village.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Education
The Fortress That Time Almost Forgot
M Mehran If you stand at the edge of the old town today, you might notice a pile of weathered stones half-hidden beneath weeds and dust. To the casual eye, they look like nothing more than the remains of abandoned houses. But lean closer, touch the rough limestone, and you’ll feel the heartbeat of a story—one that began almost a thousand years ago.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in History
The Clockmaker’s Promise
M Mehran Elias Thorne lived in a small town where time seemed to move slower than anywhere else. It wasn’t just because of the sleepy cobblestone streets or the way mist clung to the rooftops each morning—it was because of Elias himself.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
