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Unexpected Presence On Christmas Eve

Jazzcat·December 24, 2018

Unexpected Presence On Christmas Eve written by: Catherine Lee How do you date the onset of union? A...

Poetry Christmas English

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An orphan and Christmas

Inam Ullah·December 24, 2018

An orphan and Christmas written by: Inam Ullah The cold breeze of winter, Tries its best to...

Poetry Christmas English

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If I Were Santa

Anoucheka Gangabissoon·December 24, 2018

If I Were Santa written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon @Anoucheka1 If I were Santa, I would have chosen...

English Poetry Christmas

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Christmas’ Loving Light

Linda M. Crate·December 23, 2018

Christmas’ Loving Light written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe christmas lights glowing white, snow falling on the...

Christmas English Poetry

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A Green Christmas

Ivanka Fear·December 23, 2018

A Green Christmas written by: Ivanka Fear We all have them. They’re not the same for all...

Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas Article English Christmas

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Abdiel and the Master of the Manger

Bruce Rowe·December 23, 2018

Abdiel and the Master of the Manger written by: Bruce Rowe “It is time, Mary,” Joseph said...

Literature Christmas English

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Christmas Bells

Spillwords·December 23, 2018

Christmas Bells a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old,...

English Literary Greats Poetry Christmas

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Christmas Joy

Nnane Ntube·December 22, 2018

Christmas Joy written by: NNANE NTUBE At the dawn of December 1st, Hearts unite with ornate streets,...

English Poetry Christmas

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Lost Yuletide Glow

Phyllis P. Colucci·December 22, 2018

Lost Yuletide Glow written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot “Lost Yuletide Glow” hides within Winter’s song Again...

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

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Pure Joy

Angie Brocker·December 22, 2018

Pure Joy written by: Angie Brocker @angie_brocker Sam poured himself a cup of hot chocolate, adding tiny...

English Literature Christmas

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Cherished

Daginne Aignend·December 22, 2018

Cherished written by: Daginne Aignend A warm loaf of bread with dairy butter and sugar. Fresh made...

Poetry Christmas English

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MERRY CHRISTMAS

Madhumita Bhattacharjee Nayyar·December 22, 2018

MERRY CHRISTMAS written by: Madhumita @madhumita6 The silence of the white winter with the frost settles, When...

Poetry Christmas English

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A Question Of Faith

Anne G·December 21, 2018

A Question Of Faith written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth A question of faith invades conscious thought ...

Poetry Christmas Anne G English

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Grandma’s Wee Woo Christmas

Julie Eger·December 21, 2018

Grandma’s Wee Woo Christmas written by: A.J. Lawdring @AJLawdring By the time I was seven years old...

Literature Christmas Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas 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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