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Sometimes you just gotta: Please enjoy this and when you reach the end follow the path to more stories.Cheiro de Rapsódi...
07/07/2024

Sometimes you just gotta: Please enjoy this and when you reach the end follow the path to more stories.

Cheiro de Rapsódia
In a land where the sun kisses the sea,
There lived a cavalier, young and free.
With a heart full of courage, and spirit so grand,
He rode through the valleys of this beautiful land.

One day in his journey, under a tree's canopy,
He perceived a scent, a "Cheiro de Rapsódia".
A fragrance so enchanting, it led him astray,
To a meadow where the flowers sway.

There he saw her, a maiden so fair,
With sunlight dancing in her midnight hair.
Her eyes, they sparkled like the night sky,
The sight of her beauty made the time fly.

Her laughter was melodious, like a rhapsody's tune,
It could make the flowers bloom, even in gloom.
The cavalier was smitten, by her charm and grace,
In the maiden's presence, his heart did race.

Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, eternity stood still,
In the air, there was a magical thrill.
The cavalier approached, with a rose so red,
And with a gentle voice, to the maiden, he said:

"Fair maiden, your beauty shines so bright,
It outshines even the moonlight.
Your presence brings a rhapsody's delight,
In your honor, I shall be your knight."

Thus began a tale of love so profound,
In the land where the sun kisses the ground.
A cavalier and a maiden, under the sky so wide,
In the first part of "Cheiro de Rapsódia" they reside.

Cheiro de Rapsódia: A Hero's Kiss

As the maiden and her father journeyed in their coach,
Through the moonlit night, under the starry broach.
Suddenly, a highwayman appeared from the mist,
With a menacing laugh, he clenched his fist.

"Hand over your riches," he demanded with a sneer,
But the maiden's eyes showed no fear.
Just as the tension began to pitch,
From the shadows emerged our young cavalier.

With a swift movement, as quick as a flash,
He drew his sword, it made a loud clash.
The highwayman startled, took a step back,
Under the cavalier's gaze, he felt an attack.

"Unhand them, scoundrel," the cavalier roared,
His voice echoed, his courage soared.
With a swift duel under the moon's glow,
He defeated the highwayman, with a final blow.

The maiden rushed to thank her savior so brave,
Her heart fluttered like a wave.
In the moonlight, their eyes did meet,
And in that moment, their love did greet.

He took her hand, gentle and kind,
A hero's kiss, they were entwined.
Thus, the tale of love grew profound,
In the second part of "Cheiro de Rapsódia" it was found.

Cheiro de Rapsódia: Away To War Must A Cavalier Go**

The cavalier, with a heavy heart, rode away,
To defend his king, in a battle far away.
The maiden watched him disappear into the dawn,
Her heart aching, her face drawn.

A year and a day passed, the maiden in wait,
For her cavalier to return, to decide their fate.
One moonlit night, under the star's glow,
He appeared before her, but as a ghost, his face pale as snow.

"My love," he whispered, his voice a fading echo,
"I've come to see you, before I must go."
The maiden wept, her heart filled with sorrow,
Her love was a ghost, there was no tomorrow.

Years passed, the maiden grew old,
Her love for the cavalier, still as strong and bold.
She lived her life, with his memory in her heart,
Even though fate had torn them apart.

One fateful night, under the moonlit sky,
The maiden breathed her last sigh.
Her spirit rose, light as a feather,
And there in the moonlight, she joined with the cavalier, her heart's delight.

Thus, the tale of love found its end,
In the final part of "Cheiro de Rapsódia" it was penned.
A tale of a cavalier and a maiden, their love so profound,
In the land where the sun kisses the ground.

More stories here: https://www.shortstorylovers.com/Donald-Harry-Roberts56

06/07/2024

The longer it takes to get to where you want to be the less time you have to spend there but then maybe it is about the journey there as much as it is the destination. Nonetheless, no matter how you think on it the real destination is the life journey and what you do along the way is what you will be remembered for and what those you leave behind will think of you and your life's journey.

Back in the picture:
04/07/2024

Back in the picture:

Hi, This is Mary .. I'm a quilter, a painter and a doggy mom. My hubby is a writer and together we live in a beautiful setting that inspires us to create. I made my living as a musician for...

Exclusively On Short Story Lovers: Free Subscription still available:Cuttleblood Mansion – Part OneIn the small seaside ...
29/06/2024

Exclusively On Short Story Lovers: Free Subscription still available:
Cuttleblood Mansion –
Part One
In the small seaside town of Whispering Cove, where the whispers of the past echo through the trees, four friends - Sy, Wally, Pete, and Ben - found themselves standing before the rusted iron gate of the old cemetery. The moon hung low in the sky, casting long, eerie shadows that danced with the wind. The air was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of decay.
The gate creaked open, its sound echoing through the silence of the night. The boys stepped onto the path, their hearts pounding in their chests. The cemetery was a sea of tombstones, each one a silent testament to a life once lived. But it was not these graves they were interested in. Their eyes were set on the grand mausoleums that lay at the heart of the cemetery.
They navigated through the labyrinth of graves, their flashlights casting long shadows on the ground. The wind howled, rustling the leaves and adding to the symphony of the night. Suddenly, a flurry of bats erupted from the trees, their silhouettes dark against the moonlit sky. The boys ducked, their hearts pounding even harder.
Finally, they stood before it - the mausoleum of the Cuttleblood family. The name was etched into the stone above the entrance, a grim reminder of the family’s dark reputation. Rumors had always swirled around the Cuttlebloods - whispers of ....
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28/06/2024

To my most valued friends: You are cordially invited to join me at my new location for social interaction.
In the near future I will be adding special channels. It is a community building project with a positive structure. It has all the features of here, plus audio I believe(I will check on that) plus chat .https://teams.live.com/l/community/FAACAWlpRxRLN8ttgM
I anticipate your arrival excitedly.

Find the door to entertaining fiction word crafting through this door. It is always open.
24/06/2024

Find the door to entertaining fiction word crafting through this door. It is always open.

There are no genre boundaries or barriers. Each story stands on its own and often crosses genres. My stories are purely and honestly written for entertainment. However if you find hidden meaning great. Not all philosophies are planned.

This will probably be one of the last pieces I publish here simply because when I do this it becomes a shared property w...
14/06/2024

This will probably be one of the last pieces I publish here simply because when I do this it becomes a shared property with FB and I do not want to do that any more. There is no picture with this because I hope the words paint their own image. Please enjoy and know that after this all my work will be found on Short Story Lovers.
https://www.shortstorylovers.com/Donald-Harry-Roberts56. Subscription will be free until it isn't. For now enjoy this fanciful little offering.
I Asked A Rose About The Cycle Of Its Life

Once upon a time, in a lush garden filled with the chatter of leaves and the whispers of petals, there was a rose named Rosalind. She was known for her vibrant crimson hue and the wisdom that seemed to sparkle from her dew-kissed bloom.

"Good morning, Rosalind!" greeted the sun, stretching its golden rays over the horizon.

"Ah, dear Sun, your warmth brings me joy," Rosalind replied, her petals unfurling with delight.

A curious little girl, Lily, often visited the garden. One day, she approached Rosalind with a question that had been tickling her mind. "Rosalind, you're so beautiful. Can you tell me about the cycle of your life?"

Rosalind chuckled, a soft rustle of leaves. "Of course, dear child. It all begins with a dance, a dance of elements. The earth cradles my seed, the water nourishes it, and you, Sun, shower me with life-giving kisses."

Lily listened intently as Rosalind continued. "Then comes the sprout, tiny and green, reaching out to the world. I grow, I stretch, I reach for the sky until one day, I bloom. My petals unfurl, and I share my beauty with the world."

"But what happens after you bloom?" Lily asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Well," Rosalind sighed, "I bask in the glory of the sun, I sway with the wind, and I dance in the rain. But as the days pass, my petals, once vibrant, begin to fade. They wither, they droop, and gently, they fall to the ground."

"That's so sad," Lily frowned.

"Not at all," Rosalind reassured her. "For even as my petals fall, they return to the earth, enriching it. And from the earth, new life will spring. The cycle continues, and in that way, I am eternal."

Lily smiled, a new understanding dawning on her. "Thank you, Rosalind. You've taught me that there is beauty in every stage of life."

And so, with the wisdom of the rose etched in her heart, Lily danced away, ready to embrace the cycles of her own life.

Please do come to my new story home.

There are no genre boundaries or barriers. Each story stands on its own and often crosses genres. My stories are purely and honestly written for entertainment. However if you find hidden meaning great. Not all philosophies are planned.

14/06/2024

Shiplaw Literary Reviewers: Eyes On Literature
We strive to bring the best to world of readers.
Embracing the Cosmos: Donald Harry Roberts and the Art of Celestial Romance
In the nearest to the farthest reaches of the literary universe, few stars shine as brightly as Donald Harry Roberts, a storyteller whose imagination knows no bounds. His latest work, “When Starlight Lovers Embrace,” defines his unique ability to weave celestial phenomena into tales of romance and wonder.
Roberts’ stories are not confined to a single genre; they are a blend of mystery, fantasy, romance, and science fiction, creating a mosaic of narratives that resonate with a diverse audience of short story enthusiasts. His eclectic approach to storytelling is evident in works like “Mr. Alawhishez Latimer Carswell Boyell,” a tale that dances on the edge of mythic fiction and romantic fantasy.
The connection between Roberts and his readers is a symbiotic one. He offers them a gateway to other worlds through his words, and in return, they provide the fuel that ignites his creative passion. It’s a relationship built on mutual appreciation for the art of storytelling and the shared experience of exploring the unknown.
Roberts’ influence on the short story community is profound. He challenges readers to look beyond the mundane, to find magic in the collision of galaxies or the dance with a demon, as seen in his intriguing piece, "The Trickster". His stories are an invitation to journey through the realms of imagination, to suspend disbelief and embrace the extraordinary.
As an author on Short Story Lovers, Donald Harry Roberts continues to inspire, entertain, and provoke thought. His stories are not just written; they are crafted with an honesty and purity aimed solely at captivating the reader. Whether you seek entertainment or hidden meaning, Roberts’ tales are a treasure trove waiting to be discovered.
In a world where the written word competes with countless forms of digital distraction, Roberts’ stories offer a respite, a moment of connection with the timeless tradition of storytelling. His work reminds us that, even as we hurtle through the digital age, the power of a well-told story remains undiminished.

This is a must read for everyone. The BoneyA Donald Harry Roberts Twisted ParodyPart OneA Macabre PredicamentCross Bones...
28/05/2024

This is a must read for everyone.
The Boney
A Donald Harry Roberts Twisted Parody
Part One
A Macabre Predicament
Cross Bones was an anomaly in the realm of the skeletal. He was a creature of curiosity, a jester in the face of death, and a possessor of a heart of gold - metaphorically, of course. For he was but a skeleton, devoid of organs, yet he fancied the idea of a heart nestled within his ribcage, unseen but ever-present.
His abode was a crypt in the hamlet of the Graveyard, a desolate and somber corner in the land of Cemetery. The Graveyard was a haven for the undead - skeletons, zombies, phantoms, and other creatures of the night. Their ruler was the Bone King, a despotic skeleton adorned with a crown of skulls and a cape woven from cobwebs. The Bone King was a tyrant, taxing his subjects for every bone in their bodies.
Cross Bones loathed the Bone King. He yearned for freedom, to escape the confines of the Graveyard and explore the world beyond Cemetery. He had heard tales of lands where beings of flesh and blood resided, where colors were vibrant, sounds were melodious, and scents were intoxicating. He longed to traverse these lands, to experience joy and form bonds.
But he knew it was a futile dream. The Bone King had decreed that none shall leave Cemetery, and his guards kept a vigilant watch at every exit. Any who dared to defy were seized and cast into the Dungeon of Doom, where they were subjected to torment until they shattered.
Cross Bones sighed, gazing out of his crypt window at the ashen sky, the skeletal trees, and the tombstones scattered across the landscape. He was restless, yearning for a change in his monotonous existence.
He couldn’t even imagine his wish was on the brink of becoming reality.
Then!
As Cross Bones prepared for his eternal slumber, a knock echoed from his crypt door. Puzzled by the late-night visitor, he rose from his coffin and opened the door.
A sight most peculiar greeted him. A woman, or what once was a woman, stood before him. Her skin was pallid, her eyes hollow, and her hair a cascade of midnight. She was clad in a tattered dress and a cloak of raven feathers. A staff topped with a skull was in her hand, and a crow perched on her shoulder.
She was a cadaver witch, a rare and potent entity in Cemetery. It was said they could manipulate life and death and commune with the spirits of the departed.
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Lol...MOnday Morning you can trust it to inspire sillytales.A Short History Of Darvinius Dum’ PlawThe Arrival By Train T...
11/03/2024

Lol...MOnday Morning you can trust it to inspire sillytales.
A Short History Of Darvinius Dum’ Plaw
The Arrival By Train To Smallton
The sun was just beginning to set as the train pulled into the station of Smallton. The usually quiet town was abuzz with excitement. Today was not an ordinary day. Today, they were expecting a visitor, a man of great renown, Darvinius Dum’ Plaw.
Darvinius was no ordinary man. He was an airship pilot, famous for his daring exploits in the sky. His reputation preceded him, tales of his adventures were told and retold in the homes and taverns of Smallton. And now, he was coming to their town.
The townsfolk had gathered at the station, their faces filled with anticipation. Children clung to their parents, their eyes wide with excitement. The air was filled with whispers, each person speculating on the reason for Darvinius’s visit.
As the train came to a halt, a hush fell over the crowd. The moment they had been waiting for was finally here. The door of the train carriage opened, and out stepped Darvinius Dum’ Plaw. He was a tall man, with a rugged face that bore the marks of many a battle with the elements. His eyes held a glint of adventure, and his smile was warm and inviting.
He raised his hand in greeting, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Darvinius had arrived.
Later that evening, at the town hall, Darvinius revealed his plans. He intended to build a new airship, right here in Smallton. The news was met with gasps of surprise and rounds of applause. The people of Smallton could hardly believe their luck. Their town was about to become the birthplace of the next great airship.
And so, the first chapter in the history of Darvinius Dum’ Plaw in Smallton was written. It was a day that the townsfolk would remember for years to come, the day their quiet town was touched by the spirit of adventure. Little did they know, this was just the beginning.
The Construction of the Airship
The fairgrounds of Smallton, once a place of joy and laughter, had transformed into a bustling construction site. Darvinius Dum’ Plaw had chosen this location for its vast open space, perfect for building his colossal airship.
Every morning, as the sun rose, the townsfolk would gather at the fairgrounds, ready for a day’s work. Darvinius had hired many of them to assist in the construction of the airship. From blacksmiths to carpenters, everyone had a role to play. The air was filled with the sounds of hammers striking metal, saws cutting through wood, and the occasional shout of a foreman coordinating the work.
Darvinius was not just a spectator in this grand project. He was there every day, working alongside the townsfolk. His hands were as calloused as theirs, his face smeared with the same sweat and grime. He was a man of his word, paying them well for their hard work and dedication.
As the days turned into weeks, the skeleton of the airship began to take shape. It was larger than anything the people of Smallton had ever seen. Its massive frame towered over the fairgrounds, casting a long shadow that reached the edge of town. The sight of it filled the townsfolk with a sense of awe and anticipation.
Darvinius had promised them all a ride in the airship once it was completed. The thought of soaring through the sky in this magnificent vessel was a dream that kept them going, a reward for their hard work.
The construction of the airship was more than just a project; it was a symbol of hope and excitement for the people of Smallton. It brought them together, gave them a purpose, and filled their days with anticipation. And at the heart of it all was Darvinius Dum’ Plaw, the man who had brought this dream to their small town.
The Maiden Voyage
The day had finally arrived. The airship, a marvel of engineering and a testament to the hard work of the people of Smallton, was ready for its maiden voyage. The townsfolk gathered at the fairgrounds, their faces filled with anticipation and a hint of nervous excitement.
Darvinius Dum’ Plaw, the man who had brought this dream to life, stood before them. He announced that the airship would embark on a test flight, manned by a small crew of experienced airship pilots he had brought in from elsewhere. The townsfolk, though disappointed that they wouldn’t witness the crew, understood the need for safety and expertise on this initial journey.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky with hues of orange and purple, the airship started to ascend. The townsfolk watched in awe as the massive vessel lifted off the ground, its silhouette growing smaller against the backdrop of the setting sun.
The airship glided smoothly through the sky, its powerful engines humming a tune of progress and innovation. The townsfolk watched until it was nothing more than a speck in the distance, their hearts filled with pride and anticipation for the day they would get to ride in the magnificent vessel.
That night, the town of Smallton went to bed with dreams of soaring through the sky. The airship, a symbol of their hard work and unity, had successfully embarked on its maiden voyage, marking the beginning of a new chapter in the history of their small town. And at the center of it all was Darvinius Dum’ Plaw, the man who had made it all possible.
The Return and The Revelation
As dawn broke, the townsfolk of Smallton gathered once again at the fairgrounds. The airship, now christened as “Dum’ Plaw’s Ark”, was returning from its maiden voyage. The sight of the massive vessel descending from the sky was a spectacle that left everyone in awe.
The Ark touched down gently, and the crowd erupted in cheers. Darvinius Dum’ Plaw emerged from the ship, his face beaming with pride and satisfaction. He thanked the townsfolk for their hard work and dedication, and then made an announcement that sent waves of excitement through the crowd.
He revealed that the Ark was not just an airship, but a symbol of unity and progress. It was a testament to what a community could achieve when they worked together towards a common goal. And as promised, he declared that every resident of Smallton would get a chance to ride in the Ark.
One by one, the townsfolk boarded the Ark. They marveled at the intricate design and the advanced technology that powered the massive airship. As they took their seats and the Ark began to ascend, they realized that they were not just passengers on an airship, but part of a historic moment that would be etched in the annals of Smallton’s history.
And so, under the guidance of Darvinius Dum’ Plaw, the people of Smallton embarked on an adventure that transcended beyond the confines of their small town, soaring into the skies and into a future filled with endless possibilities.
The Journey to Dum’ Plaw’s World
As the Ark ascended, the townsfolk of Smallton watched in awe as their small town became a mere speck in the vast expanse of the Earth. The Ark soared higher and higher, breaking through the Earth’s atmosphere and venturing into the unknown realms of space.
The journey was long, but the Ark was well-equipped. The townsfolk spent their time marveling at the stars and galaxies they passed by their excitement growing with each light-year traveled. Darvinius Dum’ Plaw, their captain and guide, navigated the Ark with skill and precision.
After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at their destination. A beautiful planet, lush and teeming with life, appeared before their eyes. It was unlike anything they had ever seen. Darvinius announced that this planet was to be their new home, a place they would henceforth call “Dum’ Plaw’s World”.
The Ark descended onto the planet, and the townsfolk disembarked, stepping onto the soil of their new home. They marveled at the beauty of Dum’ Plaw’s World, its vibrant flora and clear blue skies. It was a fresh start, a new beginning for the people of Smallton.
Back on Earth, the people wondered about the fate of the townsfolk of Smallton. They looked up at the stars, hoping for a sign, a message. But all they saw was the endless expanse of the universe. The people of Smallton were never seen on Earth again, but their legacy lived on in the hearts of those who remembered them.
And so, the story of Darvinius Dum’ Plaw and the people of Smallton became a legend, a tale of a small town that reached for the stars and found a new home among them.
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25/06/2022

Well friends...The earth may be round but islands have edges and some of them you can fall off so that makes them relatively flat...and by the way...islands aren't really islands, they are mountain tops with most of the mountain under water.

a special past today
25/06/2022

a special past today

LETS MAKE WEST MANITOULIN A SAFE HAVEN FOR BEES

23/06/2022

Old Mill Heritage Centre in Kagawong to feature the sinking of the Empress of Ireland, our country's worst peacetime maritime disaster

21/06/2022

It cost too much to create or build is an escapist's excuse not a reason. Create it. Build it then let time do its job.

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