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Joy to The Girl

Heidi MacCulloch·December 24, 2023

Joy to The Girl written by: Heidi MacCulloch Waking up I’m 10 years old Sleepiness still consuming...

Poetry Christmas English

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Christmas Tea

George R. Justice·December 20, 2023

Christmas Tea written by: George R. Justice The house has regained an air of stillness in the...

12 Days of Christmas Featured Post Literature English Christmas

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Sammy’s Sleigh Ride

Dawn Pisturino·December 18, 2023

Sammy’s Sleigh Ride written by: Dawn Pisturino One winter night, Sammy Mouse ran away from home. He...

Literature English Christmas

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A Special Christmas Concert

Roger Turner·December 17, 2023

A Special Christmas Concert written by: Roger Turner @titansdad On Christmas Eve, the street was dead Most...

Poetry Christmas English Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas

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The Star of Christmas

Philippa Hawley·December 14, 2023

The Star of Christmas written by: Philippa Hawley @philippa_hawley Father Christmas woke up early on Christmas Eve...

Christmas English Literature

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Please Come True

Elizabeth Hilsch·December 14, 2023

Please Come True written by: Elizabeth Hilsch Winter’s fingers clutch and snare Icy whispers dance through air...

English Poetry Christmas

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Just Around Midnight

Ken Gosse·December 14, 2023

Just Around Midnight written by: Ken Gosse Paws pause upon their rooftop. On hearing them stop, parents...

Poetry Christmas English

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Christmas Eve in a Little Boy’s Bedroom

Phyllis P. Colucci·December 13, 2023

Christmas Eve in a Little Boy’s Bedroom written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot Christmas joy, Christmas peace...

Phyllis P. Colucci Featured Post Poetry Christmas English 12 Days of Christmas

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Old Man Jasperson

Jim Bates·December 13, 2023

Old Man Jasperson written by: Jim Bates Ambrose Jasperson looked at himself in the mirror, fluffed out...

Literature Christmas English

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Mercy

Gabriella Balcom·December 3, 2023

Mercy written by: Gabriella Balcom Zanzia opened the bottle, looked inside, and raised it to her nose,...

Haunted Holidays English Literature Featured Post

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Gryla and The Yule Cat are Coming to Town

Vickie Johnstone·December 3, 2023

Gryla and The Yule Cat are Coming to Town written by: Vickie Johnstone @vickiejohnstone Deep in the...

English Poetry Haunted Holidays

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May Your Days Be Gory and Fright

Heidi MacCulloch·December 3, 2023

May Your Days Be Gory and Fright written by: Heidi MacCulloch ‘Twas the night before Christmas And...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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Down The Chimney He Comes

Andrea Walker·December 2, 2023

Down The Chimney He Comes written by: Andrea Walker I can hear him up there Tippy-tapping on...

Featured Post Haunted Holidays Poetry English

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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...

Haunted Holidays English Literature

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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

Condoms by Seán Óg Ó Murchú

They all laughed at me. All the dinner ladies. It started with your one, I’m after forgetting her name now… Smelly Nelly’s ma. A wet little tear trickled toward her tattooed cheekbone. She was roaring red. Her harsh, wheezing laughter sounded like a black taxi tackling the Whiterock Road, her throat destroyed from all the fegs she used to be hoofing into her. She called over the other dinner ladies then, an army of them. Or maybe it was the curiosity of her horrid laughing that brought them over… I can’t remember.
“Tell the girls what you’re only after asking me there ni wee mawn.”
I looked between herself and the girls. Jesus Christ, I said in my own mind, Mental Mick is after stealing all my crayons that I’d been hoarding for myself there before the break...

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