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Between Everything And Nothing

Anne GJune 10, 2018

Between Everything and Nothing written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth There exists great beauty in understated simplicity. As I strolled along the many...

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GRAFFITI

Dilip MohapatraJanuary 30, 2018

GRAFFITI written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo They are commoners not the elite class like murals or frescos nor even hieroglyphics and are a...

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Why Oh Why!

Donna AfricaMarch 15, 2017

Why Oh why! written by: Donna Africa @DonnaAfrica Why oh why to be given such a passionate ravenous & roaring heart, if not to give love an...

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Sheep

Robbie MassoFebruary 16, 2017

Sheep written by: Robbie Masso @robbie.masso Am I not worth your precious time, just because I wrote more than a sentence and it’s not about love? D...

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Il Manifesto del Nostalgismo

Maurizio RicciAugust 8, 2016

Il Manifesto del Nostalgismo poesia by: Maurizio Ricci @MaurizioRicciOF Agli artisti contemporanei. Vi indico una strada, una nuova, che possa portar...

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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 ...