Muhammad Sabeel
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I write not for silence, but for the echo—where mystery lingers, hearts awaken, and every story dares to leave a mark
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Ghost of my heart
When Eleanor first moved into the old Winslow estate, she wasn’t expecting ghosts. She was expecting silence, isolation, and time to heal. After all, a centuries-old manor perched atop a mist-shrouded cliff wasn’t where people went to chase love. They went there to forget.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Confessions
Echoes from Earth
The silence of space was absolute—until the day he heard it. Commander Reuben Kale floated alone aboard the Oasis-7, a deep-space research vessel that had long outlived its original mission. Earth had fallen silent seventy-two years ago, its last broadcast a garbled emergency transmission swallowed by static. No one knew what had truly happened—only that the blue marble that once brimmed with life now spun quietly in the darkness, its atmosphere choked and unstable, its surface abandoned.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Earth
The music that changed everything
When Clara was eight, she played Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" with trembling fingers on her grandmother’s piano. It was the first time her parents noticed something wrong—she kept missing the high notes, ones no one would miss. A few doctor visits later, they had their answer: progressive hearing loss. By twelve, Clara heard nothing at all.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Art
The Secret Strokes
There are stories of brilliance, of artists whose names echo in the annals of history. But for every famous painter, there’s a darker truth, a side hidden behind the layers of fame and recognition. This is one such tale, one of a masterpiece that cost more than anyone ever realized. The price wasn't paid in money, nor in time—it was paid in blood, in secrecy, and in the unraveling of the human soul.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Fiction
A Middle-Aged Woman Discovers a Ghost
Margot Campbell never believed in ghosts. At fifty-three, she was practical, composed, and altogether too grounded for “that kind of nonsense.” A recently retired schoolteacher, she had just moved into a modest Victorian cottage in Dorset—a quiet place she hoped would bring peace after a grueling divorce and years of noise. The cottage was charming, albeit weathered, with ivy crawling up its stone walls and creaky floorboards that had a personality of their own.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Horror
The Sci-Fi Movie That Predicted the World We’re Living In
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when I stumbled upon the 1995 film VirtuWorld while scrolling through an old sci-fi movie collection. I’d never heard of it before. The VHS-like cover art was dated, the title font tacky, and the blurb on the back made it sound like another throwaway dystopian flick.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Geeks
The First Story I Ever Wrote
I wasn’t looking for inspiration. I was looking for batteries. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon when I decided to finally organize the cluttered drawers of the old study table at my parents’ house. Somewhere between expired glue sticks, half-used stickers, and broken crayons, I found it — a tattered, spiral-bound notebook with “MY BOOK” scribbled in uneven, purple glitter pen.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Writers
From Spare Change to Startup
In the heart of Islamabad, 22-year-old Aisha Khan found herself at a crossroads. Fresh out of university with a degree in communications, job prospects were slim, and the weight of student loans loomed large. Scrolling through her social media feed one evening, a headline caught her eye: "3 Businesses You Can Start For Less Than $100 In 2025" .
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Futurism
The Last Map
The world didn’t end with fire or flood. It ended with silence. One by one, cities dimmed like dying stars. Signals vanished. Satellites fell from the sky. No explosions, no broadcasted warnings—just a slow, creeping disappearance, like the Earth was holding its breath before drowning.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Horror
The Library That Grows What You Need
You’ll never find it by looking for it. That’s the first thing they say about the Library. And it’s true. I wasn’t searching for it when I stumbled through the overgrown alley behind my grandmother’s bakery, chased by a debt collector with more fists than sympathy. I ducked under a sagging arch of ivy, slipped between cracked stone walls, and there it was.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Fiction
