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Christmas Aotearoa

Elizabeth Barton·December 21, 2020

Christmas Aotearoa written by: Elizabeth Barton @DestinyAngel25 This place lies far from snow-clad hills, the hush of...

Poetry Christmas English

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Shortest Day

Freya Pickard·December 21, 2020

Shortest Day written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard everlight glows molten amber spilling over mauve horizon pulses like...

English Poetry Christmas

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Dearest Santa

Annalyn Neo Celeste·December 21, 2020

Dearest Santa written by: Annalyn Neo Celeste @LadyTraderrr I’ve found myself a perfect wish Why don’t you...

Christmas English Poetry

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The Land of The Elves

James Marchiori·December 20, 2020

The Land of The Elves written by: James Marchiori @DJames1821 Heavenly was the kingdom of the Elves,...

Literature Christmas English

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Winter Daughter: A Yule Tale

J.M. Elam·December 20, 2020

Winter Daughter: A Yule Tale written by: J.M. Elam @elamjm The first snow had fallen softly but...

12 Days of Christmas Literature Christmas Featured Post English

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Tis The Season…To Be A Robot?

MD Marcus·December 20, 2020

Tis The Season…To Be A Robot? written by: MD Marcus It seems the jingling of Christmas bells...

Article English Christmas

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White Christmas

Thaddeus Hutyra·December 20, 2020

White Christmas written by: Thaddeus Hutyra @teddy9999 Christmas, white Christmas just came in Gracefully, with magics’ splash...

English Christmas Poetry

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Weird Christmas

Robyn MacKinnon·December 20, 2020

Weird Christmas written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat weird Christmas this year… masks are 2020’s socks everyone involved...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English Christmas

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Christmas Eve 1836

Spillwords·December 20, 2020

Christmas Eve 1836 a poem by Henry Alford The stars are clear and frosty, and the Earth...

Literary Greats Poetry English Christmas

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Childhood Harlem Christmas Memories

Marie Johnson-Ladson·December 19, 2020

Childhood Harlem Christmas Memories written by: Marie Johnson-Ladson Some of my favorite childhood memories growing up during...

Christmas English Literature

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The Uninvited Guest

Michael Danese·December 19, 2020

The Uninvited Guest written by: Michael Danese @danesemc The day’s last rays are glistening off of the...

12 Days of Christmas Literature English Christmas Featured Post

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A Christmas Wish

Jane Briganti·December 19, 2020

A Christmas Wish written by: Jane Briganti A Merry Christmas Wish to all of you Family and...

Poetry Christmas English

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Dear Saint Nick

Emma L Flint·December 19, 2020

Dear Saint Nick written by: Emma L Flint @LiterateElf Under the tree, That’s where I’ll be, Come...

Poetry English Christmas

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St. Andrews on The Red

Gerry Stefanson·December 19, 2020

St. Andrews on The Red written & performed by: Gerry Stefanson Created for the celebration of God,...

Christmas Poetry English

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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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