The Visit
The Visit written by: Barbara Avon - My heart is covered in soot. Black, like the coal in Kringle's bag...
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The Feast of The Seven Fishes
The Feast of The Seven Fishes A Love Story written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon December 24th, 1985...
Raven Street
Raven Street written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon And so it ends on Raven Street Where spirits flow...
Annette
Annette written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon “It was disgusting. This stunning plate of food that he made...
Spotlight On Writers – Barbara Avon
Spotlight On Writers Barbara Avon @barb_avon Where, do you hail from? I was born in a quaint...
The Gift
The Gift written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon There were angels in Michael’s house. A dozen of them...
Fallen Angel
Fallen Angel written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon Why don’t you come to me, Serafina? Swaddle me within your...
Cupid Doesn’t Wear a Wristwatch
Cupid Doesn’t Wear a Wristwatch written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon 1986 “Would you like my jacket?” “What...
The Party
The Party written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon Raucous rock tunes drifted down to their apartment. The party...
The Dancer
The Dancer written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon It was a night that belonged to the spirit world....
Words
Words written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon my father always said never underestimate the power of the spoken...
Marionette
Marionette written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon A recess of the mind persuades me to weep, For messages...
The Christmas Present
The Christmas Present written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon It’s Thursday and we’re putting a special spin on...
The Last Hour
The Last Hour written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon God was shining through the trees. The few lingering...
