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Silent Conversation

Cendrine MarrouatSeptember 30, 2019

Silent Conversation written by: Cendrine Marrouat @cendrinemedia Beautiful day; self-confidence in the squirrel’s stare....

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Nebula

Henna JohansdotterSeptember 17, 2019

Nebula written by: Henna Johansdotter @HjdPoetry In my world the woman is deathless stellar gazes delayed by a thousand light years don’t forget...

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Feminine Sail

SMilesMay 30, 2019

Feminine Sail written by: SMiles @stephenmiles2 Baiting a trap made of breath expelled and delivered one no is enough turning tide on the river h...

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The Three Smiles

Charlie BottleApril 2, 2019

The Three Smiles written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle “The People whose first instinct is to smile when you first make eye contact, with them ar...

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The Greatest Gift

Fotoula ReynoldsFebruary 22, 2019

The Greatest Gift written by: Fotoula Reynolds I crave to back Back in time To sit beside The teenage Version of myself To give myself The chanc...

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Do Not Lie Down

Meg Falconer-RobinsonFebruary 18, 2019

Do Not Lie Down written by: Meg Falconer-Robinson @MegEFalconer Do not lie down, nor let it end; give it all away Have you so little faith Tha...

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Narcissistic

Adrita ChatterjiJuly 17, 2018

Narcissistic written by: Adrita Chatterji Sometimes I happen to fall in love with myself. With every detail that my body once scarred. With eac...

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Wishing For Light

Linda M. CrateFebruary 28, 2018

wishing for light written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe today's a bad day dizzying i don't feel confident, and i don't like me; want to crawl ...

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Belief

Simona PriloganFebruary 25, 2018

Belief written by: Simona Prilogan @SCotidian "Not good enough" may slash the dreams Dragging the hope out to absurd Of all the meaning which it se...

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3:30 AM

Genie NakanoDecember 26, 2017

3:30 AM written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini something of beauty yet not beautiful an old woman who knows herself the one I want to be...

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Tell Em Who’s Who

Geovanni VillafañeJuly 17, 2017

Tell Em Who's Who written by: Geovanni Villafañe @RezZureKtedPoeT I'm Getting Masterful Magnificently Classical Philosophically Mental Shakespeari...

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Out of the Ashes

J.M.GOctober 20, 2015

Out of the Ashes Prose-Poetry by J.M.G To rise, you need to fall. When you fall, it takes humbling moments to put into perspective what's truly important i...

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

Bodies In The Basement by M. Taggart

It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night ...