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A Wintery Tale, of a Ghostly Night

D T Lofthouse·December 2, 2023

A Wintery Tale, of a Ghostly Night written by: D T Lofthouse Christmas Eve 1843, a cold...

Literature Haunted Holidays English

·4 mins read

Mistletoe Bride

Christina Ciufo·December 1, 2023

Mistletoe Bride written by: Christina Ciufo @ChristinaCiufo Pale snow, delicate and transparent, twirls, caresses, and shawls gelidness...

Haunted Holidays English Poetry

·1 min read

War, micropoetry by Padmini Krishnan at Spillwords.com

War

Padmini Krishnan·February 7, 2023

War written by: Padmini Krishnan his school bell chimes softly amidst shells...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Yuletide!

Reena Mahay·December 24, 2022

Yuletide! written by: Reena Mahay @tweet__reena Bells chime; frost on mime! City resounds Christmas rhyme! Love spread...

Poetry Christmas English

·1 min read

The Angel Chimes Circle Still

Kate Coghlan·December 16, 2022

The Angel Chimes Circle Still written by: Kate Coghlan @Kate_Cogs Leaning with swollen hands onto a white...

Literature English Christmas

·7 mins read

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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The Longest Night

Psycho at The Northern Lights

When the Final Minute Chimes

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Love Chimes

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A Wintery Tale, of a Ghostly Night

Mistletoe Bride

War

Yuletide!

The Angel Chimes Circle Still

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

AAEVEYN ULLOVTO’s Scrabbled Psyche

To Grandmother’s House

Breakfast on the Beach

The Visit

The Christmas Figure is Unmoved

A Strange Place

A Bead of Ice

Sygnatariusze Listów do Gwiazd

Success Despite Childhood Trauma

2AM Thoughts

A Silent Existence