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"The Healer’s Burden: Faith, Legacy, and the Weight of Divine Gifts"
The Healer understood her gift far better than the Apprentice ever could. To be *Blessed* was not about skill or effort—it was simply *being*, carrying a selfless faith so profound that it shaped the world without intent. Though she healed with her hands, sometimes the Divine intervened, mending what mortal ability could not.
By Nasir Khan9 months ago in Fiction
Waited for him
In the land of Elarindor, where the skies sang at dawn and the moon whispered lullabies to the mountains, there stood a quiet village called Lirien's Hollow. It was a place brushed with magic—subtle, not loud. The trees seemed to listen. Dream voices were often carried by the wind. And in a small cottage by the river lived a girl named Alira.
By Lajuk anjum9 months ago in Fiction
Lessons in Love
The bell rang with its usual sharpness, signaling the start of yet another class. The classroom buzzed with chatter, notebooks flipping open, chairs scraping back into place. On the third bench near the window, Aarav adjusted his glasses and silently took out his economics textbook. He was always early—always prepared. He liked the order of things. But today, as the sun angled through the dusty panes and cast golden patches on the desks, something in the air felt different.
By Taslim Ullah9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Rose of Spring
In a quiet town nestled between misty hills and flowering meadows, there lived a young florist named Elina. Her shop, Bloom & Whim, was a cozy corner filled with the scent of jasmine, tulips, and her favorite — roses. People came not just to buy flowers, but to hear the stories she weaved for each bloom she wrapped.
By syed waqar ahmed9 months ago in Fiction
The Thirsty Crow
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by green fields and dense forests, there lived a clever little crow. His feathers were glossy black, and his eyes shone like tiny beads. He was known throughout the village for his wit and intelligence. While other birds would often act foolishly or get into trouble, this crow always managed to find a way out of tricky situations.
By Muhammad Naeem9 months ago in Fiction
City of Silence
Long ago, before the rise of nations or the carving of continents, there was a city unlike any other — Aeloria, the Heart of the Sea. It stood at the ocean’s edge, where stars dipped low and whispered secrets into the tide. Aeloria was a marvel of beauty and wisdom, its towers sculpted from coral and glass, its streets paved with pearl and lit by glowing shells that pulsed with the rhythm of the sea.
By Aima Charle9 months ago in Fiction
