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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...

English Literature Christmas

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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,...

Featured Post Haunted Holidays English Literature

·9 mins read

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

·2 mins read

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...

English Haunted Holidays Poetry

·1 min read

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

·1 min read

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

The Ghosts of Christmas Past

Dawn DeBraal·December 1, 2023

The Ghosts of Christmas Past written by: Dawn DeBraal @DawnDebraal Frontier State Prison, Carbon County, Wyoming December...

Literature English Featured Post Haunted Holidays

·9 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

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Fright Club

Mileva Anastasiadou·December 1, 2023

Fright Club written by: Mileva Anastasiadou @happymil_ Three ghosts will pay you a visit on Christmas Eve....

Literature English Haunted Holidays

·1 min read

Taking Down The Christmas Tree

Linda Marie Hilton·January 8, 2023

Taking Down The Christmas Tree written by: Linda Marie Hilton In mine eyes the prettiest sight Is...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Christmas Denied

Phyllis Souza·December 28, 2022

Christmas Denied written by: Phyllis Souza It was the Summer of 1945 when Mary walked into the...

Literature Christmas English

·4 mins read

The Gingerbread Elves

Dwain Campbell·December 26, 2022

The Gingerbread Elves written by: Dwain Campbell As teapots go, the Brown Betty defined plain. Even an...

Christmas Featured Post English Literature

·11 mins read

A Thousand More Sunsets

Tinamarie Cox·December 26, 2022

A Thousand More Sunsets written by: Tinamarie Cox @tinamarie_cox Liza slammed the door after stepping into her...

Literature English Christmas

·11 mins read

Christmas Eve Chorus

Ger White·December 24, 2022

Christmas Eve Chorus written by: Ger White Christmas week had arrived only to find Tess back home...

Literature English Christmas

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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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