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A River City Boy, I Shall Always… Be

Lyle HutchinsonNovember 15, 2019

A River City Boy, I Shall Always... Be written by: Lyle Hutchinson @hutch3713 City Boy City Boy We be River River Runs through thee. We grow ...

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Dark and Empty

Catherine Anne MacKenzieOctober 31, 2019

Dark and Empty written by: Catherine Anne MacKenzie @grannymackenzie The carousel slowly twirled while the little horses jumped through the air in ...

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Apparition

Lee DunnOctober 28, 2019

Apparition written by: Lee Dunn @66human In the dark of your room Something cold from the tomb Awakes you with feelings of dread Seems to flo...

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This Moment Between Moments

John BrantinghamOctober 17, 2019

This Moment Between Moments written by: John Brantingham Ebbie drops Clair off for karate at the strip mall dojo on Thursdays at 3:30 and takes an h...

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Why I Don’t Run Away Anymore

Jim BatesSeptember 30, 2019

Why I Don't Run Away Anymore written by: Jim Bates I ran away from home twice. The first time I was five years old. It was right after my sister wa...

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A New Song

Fred MillerAugust 27, 2019

A New Song written by: Fred Miller The music filled his heart as if he were hearing the words for the first time. Yet he knew better. Years ago, thi...

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The Beacon

Dawn DeBraalAugust 17, 2019

The Beacon written by: Dawn DeBraal Dooley Bradford sat in his beat-up Ford 150 pick up at the stop and go lights of two intersecting highways, he w...

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The Bootlegger

Frank GeigerJuly 11, 2019

The Bootlegger written by: Frank Geiger A car with an old man and a boy drove along the rural road to Whitehouse, New Jersey, and entered the small to...

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Elegy For A Young Poet

Catherine Gigante-BrownMay 4, 2019

Elegy For A Young Poet written by: Catherine Gigante-Brown @BklynCatwoman In memory of Noah, who took his life by drowning on 10/20/13 at age 19 &nb...

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Sunday Dinner

Patricia CoughlinApril 21, 2019

Sunday Dinner written by: Patricia Coughlin Sunlight shone through the window early on Sunday morning, and Dillon was confused. His great-uncle had ...

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The Dog’s Name Was Maxwell

Adam W RedmonMarch 15, 2019

The Dog's Name Was Maxwell written by: Adam W Redmon @AdamsWritings The dog's name was Maxwell, his best friend in the World. Received from his Mo...

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Afternoon Play

Andrew ScobieMarch 12, 2019

Afternoon Play written by: Andrew Scobie Later in the morning, soon after he had been administered with his usual dose of morphine, James would...

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The Wandering Corpse

P.C. DarkcliffFebruary 17, 2019

The Wandering Corpse written by: P.C. Darkcliff @P_C_Darkcliff I knew Auntie came to kill me the moment she entered my bedroom. I saw it in her eye...

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Blind Love

Pradip ChattopadhyayDecember 30, 2018

Blind Love written by: Pradip Chattopadhyay I can hear them mom, says the son yes my child, hundreds of them, says she, neath the blue sky within t...

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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 ...