LovelyMay
Stories
93
Chapters
1,516
Words
6.7 M
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Reading
23 d, 5 h
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Homeward Bound captures not just a journey across seas, but a deeper voyage through pain, endurance, and unshakable memory. The story unfolds with a storm that shattered the sailor’s ship near Algiers, throwing him into peril. While many experienced men succumbed to fear or fate, he clung to hope, driven by love for his family waiting in England. The wreck was only the beginning. Washed ashore, he faced a crueler storm—captivity under the Barbary Moors. Days blurred into years, and yet, even in chains,…-
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The Voice of the Wind opens not with fear but with an invitation—to gather near the fire, to draw warmth and comfort from its steady glow. Outside, the storm rages, yet inside, a false sense of peace lingers. But the wind, wild and persistent, refuses to be ignored. It pushes against the windows, it screams through the cracks, and it carries with it memories the earth has long buried. In its cry is the clash of elements, a moaning lament that reaches farther than the eye can see. Though no one bids it…
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God's Gifts opens with a quiet, solemn truth. When a soul is entrusted to the world—pure, delicate, and unknown—its future is shaped less by fate and more by how it is received. The poem explores this delicate dance between divine intention and human response. In the first tale, a child is brought into the world, faultless and new, yet burdened immediately by society’s neglect. No kindness is offered. Instead, judgment, poverty, and shame shape his earliest days. His growth is surrounded not by…
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A Tomb in Ghent opens with quiet reverence, centered on a young English girl whose presence in the streets of Ghent is marked by a voice that seems older than her years. Her steps are light, but the songs she carries—laced with harmonies echoing Palestrina’s sacred austerity and Scarlatti’s refined passion—speak of something ancestral, something enduring. These melodies are not just a pastime; they are the soul’s inheritance passed from voices long stilled. They seem to belong more to the…
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Give Me Thy Heart begins not in grand ritual but in the soft quiet that follows—a silence filled with questions, weight, and unseen grace. As the last of the congregation faded into the night, the dimmed church stood like a vessel of waiting. There, knelt in the shadows, a woman remained alone, wrapped not in robes but in reflection. Her lips moved in prayer, not rehearsed but real—pleas born from fatigue, effort, and aching honesty. She had given so much already: her time, her comfort, her joy in…
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The Wayside Inn stood quietly beyond the village lanes, its whitewashed walls resting beneath the soft rustle of overhanging trees. Apples peeked from a bordering orchard, and children’s laughter sometimes rang near the old stone well just down the hill. The inn’s charm was timeless, not flashy but familiar, with every angle touched by nature’s gentleness. Nestled near the orchard bloomed the Judas Tree, unusual in color but lovely in its difference—its purple blossoms catching the light like…
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My Journal begins in the low light of a weary evening, as the speaker lifts a forgotten volume, cloaked in dust and time. Its metal clasps open reluctantly, revealing yellowed pages softened by age and sorrow. There is no ceremony, only the slow unfolding of memories that speak louder than the quiet room around them. The journal, once filled with promise and fresh ink, now reads like a map of a life both imagined and endured. Dreams once written with bold certainty now seem distant, not gone, but weathered…
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A Legend of Bregenz begins beneath the silent peaks and beside the still waters of Lake Constance, where time seems to pause and the city breathes in centuries of memory. Bregenz, tucked into its mountain cradle, stands not just as a town but as a living tale—its towers and stonework holding secrets of loyalty etched into legend. When night falls, the city appears unchanged by modern life, cloaked instead in a sacred hush that recalls deeds of devotion long past. It is in this sacred quiet that an old…
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The Sailor Boy begins not with a voyage but with a dream—a boy's dream spun from sea winds, legends, and the wild hills of the north. Though only twelve, his heart reaches beyond the land he knows, yearning for distant shores and heroic tales. The image of rescuing a princess or surviving a shipwreck lives brightly in his imagination, shaped by the quiet grandeur of the castle nearby. That castle, owned by the Earl and Countess, looms in his world not as a place of fear, but mystery. Its walls hold…
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The Lesson of the War (1855) opens with a sense of stillness stretched across England, a stillness not rooted in peace but in anticipation. Homes are filled with warmth, tables are set for supper, yet behind every lighted window flickers the same fear. The nation, while appearing whole, is quietly splintered by sorrow that has not yet reached the surface. Across cities and fields, people brace for letters that may never come, telegrams that may hold only grief. England is not indifferent to the distant…
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