Muhammad Mehran

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The Memory Merchant
M Mehran Most people in the city walked past the narrow brick storefront without ever seeing it. The sign over the door was small, hand-painted in fading silver letters: FYI: Curiosities & Corrections.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in FYI
The Man in the Red Hoodie
M Mehran The night shift at the Dewfield Transit Station was usually quiet—lonely, even. But at 1:43 a.m., Officer Dana Reyes knew something was off the moment she stepped inside.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Criminal
The Shadow on Bramble Street
M Mehran The night Mrs. Ellery disappeared, Bramble Street held its breath. Detective Rowan Pierce arrived at the scene just past 11 p.m., greeted by the glow of porch lights and neighbors gathered like moths. The Ellery house—small, yellow, immaculate—looked painfully ordinary for the horrors whispered about it.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Criminal
The Girl in Apartment 4B
M Mehran The first thing Officer Lena Hale noticed about Apartment 4B was the silence. Not the normal kind—the heavy, suffocating kind that felt staged. Manufactured.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Criminal
The Last Witness
M Mehran Rain fell in needles the night Detective Mara Vance realized she was being followed. She’d left the precinct after midnight, the kind of exhausted where the world felt underwater. The Rosen Case—a convenience-store robbery gone brutal—had dragged the department for weeks. A clerk dead, a missing witness, and a blurry security tape that showed a man with a serpent tattoo along his wrist. That was it. No face. No prints. No breaks.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Criminal
The Girl in the Green Hoodie
M Mehran The storm hit Silverbridge just after midnight—sheets of rain hammering pavement, lightning flashing over the empty streets like camera shutters capturing crimes no one had yet committed. Detective Jalen Cross preferred nights like this. Bad weather made criminals sloppy.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Criminal
The Last Confession
M Mehran Detective Mara Vance had learned two unshakable truths in her twenty years with the Harbor City Police Department: people lie, and guilt never sleeps. Tonight, both truths pressed heavily on her shoulders as she stepped into Cell 12 of the precinct’s lower wing.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Criminal
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 Mehran3 months ago in Fiction