Muhammad Mehran
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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 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 Mehran4 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 Phone That Shouldn’t Ring
M Mehran After her grandmother’s funeral, Nida inherited the old farmhouse at the edge of town. The place was filled with relics—dusty furniture, cracked photographs, and one object that didn’t belong: a heavy, black rotary phone sitting on the hallway table.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Horror
The House That Breathed
M Mehran It began with a dare. On the outskirts of town stood a house no one wanted to claim. The windows were boarded, the paint peeled, and weeds grew like claws across the porch. Kids called it The Breathing House, because on quiet nights, some swore they heard it exhale.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Horror
The Bridge at Midnight
M Mehran Chapter One: The Crossing Sami had always taken the long way home. Not because he liked it, but because it let him avoid the old bridge at the edge of town. Locals called it cursed—too many accidents, too many stories whispered in the dark.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Chapters











