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A Cold-Blooded Animal

DS (Diarmuid) Maolalai·July 23, 2022

A Cold-Blooded Animal written by: DS (Diarmuid) Maolalai @diarmo1990 dublin – a cold-blooded animal. asleep, and heat hitting...

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Why Do I Cry?

Nazam Riar·July 23, 2022

Why Do I Cry? written by: Nazam Riar Oh! You cry to release your pain that to...

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Finally

Tara Jansen-Meyer·July 23, 2022

Finally written by: Tara Jansen-Meyer @Tara_JMB Questions dangle In front of my eyes Green With envy She...

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Goodbye Summers

Steve Nickodemski·July 23, 2022

Goodbye Summers written by: Steve Nickodemski Futile selfishness Summers have been quelled Restless eternity NOTE FROM...

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Reacquainted

John Grey·July 22, 2022

Reacquainted written by: John Grey It has been ten years or more since I’d seen her. She’d...

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A Period, Couldn’t Stop Them!

Gerry Stefanson·July 22, 2022

A Period, Couldn’t Stop Them! written by: Gerry Stefanson all the letters on all the keys, slid...

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Superheroes and Nail Polish

Peggy Gerber·July 22, 2022

Superheroes and Nail Polish written by: Peggy Gerber @peggysue445 My grandson loves superheroes, especially the Avengers, spending...

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Emerge

Ruchi Srivastava·July 22, 2022

Emerge written by: Ruchi Srivastava Emerge from the darkness Move towards light Smile as you ascend And...

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Hopelessness

Ediomo Awakessien·July 22, 2022

Hopelessness written by: Ediomo Awakessien Tonight, I’ve been welcomed by rounds of shelling and raids, this beautiful...

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The Devil’s Kiss

C H Elton·July 21, 2022

The Devil’s Kiss written by: C H Elton @sdc130764 I awoke deep into the nighttime darkness The...

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Swimming

T.A. Jones·July 21, 2022

Swimming written by: T.A. Jones @tajthepoet95 When I took the dive, I Didn’t think the waves would...

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Gravity

Samuel Torontour·July 21, 2022

Gravity written by: Samuel Torontour I am the gravity of my own sphere Spinning to create my...

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The Idler by The Road

Daniel Princewill·July 21, 2022

The Idler by The Road written by: Daniel Princewill @themusedaniel there goes the idler by the road,...

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Dreams Upon The Sand

Shirley Jacob·July 21, 2022

Dreams Upon the Sand written by: Shirley Jacob @shirley_jacob The steel grey carriage comes to a gleeful stop,...

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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