Mohammed Sarfan
Stories (12/0)
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It was a crisp autumn morning when Rebecca sat down at her desk, ready to begin her next writing project. She had just signed a contract with a major publishing house, and they were eager to see what she had in store for them. Rebecca had always been a prolific writer, but for some reason, she was drawing a complete blank. She stared at the blank piece of paper in front of her, willing the words to come.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
Who Were They?
The old house on the hill had always been rumored to be haunted. No one knew the history behind the decrepit building, but stories of ghostly sightings and strange noises had circulated through the town for decades. Despite the warnings, a group of four friends decided to investigate the house, eager to uncover the mystery behind the rumors.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
Unknown Sound
The night was dark and still. The only sounds that could be heard were the distant chirping of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the breeze. The old mansion, sitting atop a hill, was shrouded in darkness, except for the dim flickering of candles through its dusty windows. It was said that the mansion had been abandoned for years, but some locals claimed that they had seen strange lights and heard strange noises coming from the mansion late at night.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
Who Took My Book?
Once upon a time, in a small, sleepy town, there lived a librarian named Clara. Clara was a diligent worker who loved nothing more than to take care of the books in her library. She was proud of her collection, and would go to great lengths to ensure that they were always in top condition.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
Don’t Go There
The old abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town had always been a source of curiosity for the locals. Tales of haunted hallways and ghostly apparitions had spread like wildfire over the years, deterring even the most adventurous of thrill-seekers from venturing too close. But for a group of teenagers looking for a rush, the forbidden mansion was the perfect target.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
One Car And The Road
The road was quiet as Jacob drove his car down the winding path. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the rustling of leaves as they brushed against the side of the car. It was a beautiful day, the sun shining down on the countryside, but Jacob couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secret Witness
The small town of Willow Creek had always been a peaceful place where nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. That is, until the day that Sally Jenkins was found murdered in her home. The whole town was in shock, and the police were left scratching their heads. They had no leads, no suspects, and no motive for the crime.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
Behind the Door
There was a door in the old mansion that nobody dared to open. It was situated in the basement and was locked from the outside. The family that lived in the mansion had been living there for generations and the door had always been there, unchanged and locked tight.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
Horse With No Rider
Once a year, a group of cowboys would gather at the edge of the town to participate in the annual rodeo. The rodeo was always a big event, drawing people from all over the state to watch the cowboys compete in a series of thrilling events. But this year, something was different.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
Call of the Forest
Once upon a time, in a far-off land, there was a dense and lush forest that spanned for miles. The trees were tall and strong, the leaves a vivid shade of green that danced in the wind. It was a magical place, filled with mystical creatures and secrets beyond human understanding.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction
Lonesome Shadow
The night was dark and still, the air thick with mist. Rachel had always loved taking walks at night, but tonight she felt uneasy. She walked faster, her eyes scanning the darkness around her, looking for any signs of danger. As she passed by an old abandoned mansion, she felt a chill run down her spine. The mansion had always given her the creeps, but tonight it looked even more ominous than usual. As she walked past the gate, she noticed something strange. A shadowy figure was standing on the porch, staring at her.
By Mohammed Sarfanabout a year ago in Fiction