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jamshe·May 8, 2018

Ex written by: jamshe I’m sorry I did not die In a fiery high speed crash Or...

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Closedoor

SMiles·March 20, 2018

Closedoor written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2 Petulance always has me mastered a loser to any game stupidity and...

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Apologies

Gauri Dixit·March 6, 2018

Apologies written by: Gauri Dixit It is all ok Once you say sorry Your sensitive expression Makes...

English Poetry

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I Took Your Sorry

Barsha·September 20, 2017

I Took Your Sorry written by: Barsha I took your sorry, To kiss you a “Goodbye”. I...

English Poetry

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An Apology

Jona Manley·May 7, 2017

An Apology written by: Jona Manley @jona_manley Washed up jelly fish on a gravel beach beneath a...

English Poetry

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An Apology

Rakind Kaur·April 22, 2017

An Apology written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah I apologize: to the children that can’t breathe the people who can’t eat...

Blue Water

Natalie Crick·March 30, 2017

Blue Water written by: Natalie Crick When my Mother dragged me out I wasn’t cold. My breath...

Poetry English

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Apology

The Quiet Quill·September 1, 2016

Apology written by: The Quiet Quill @TheQuietQuill Little one, there will be days when I will cry,...

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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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