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Death Is Not The End

Lorenzo BerardiJune 9, 2019

Death Is Not The End written by: Lorenzo Berardi Alan Pecan had died twenty-seven times and counting. They had killed him with firearms, laser beams...

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The Siren’s Lament

William MastersNovember 20, 2018

The Siren’s Lament written by: William Masters Just recently, via snail mail, I received an invitation to a party I’d really like to attend. I...

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Emotion Recollected in Tranquillity

Mehreen AhmedMay 6, 2018

Emotion Recollected in Tranquillity A Prose on Waheed Murad written by: Mehreen Ahmed @MehreenAhmed2 Who isn’t smitten by the dashing Waheed Murad...

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The Stage Is Set

Anne GOctober 28, 2015

The Stage Is Set a poem by Anne G The stage is set the curtain falls behind the scenes the actor preps The hearbeat quickens my mouth goes dry beads ...

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

Bodies In The Basement by M. Taggart

It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night ...