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The Australian Gothic

Michael J LeachOctober 27, 2019

The Australian Gothic written by: Michael J Leach @m_jleach I was born on Halloween Eve in an old city of gold amidst the exotic Land of Oz –...

EnglishHalloweenPoetry1 min read

The Drishti of Poetry

Mark TulinSeptember 14, 2019

The Drishti of Poetry written by: Mark Tulin @Crow_writer Standing on my head, I see the world from the ground up increasing my pranic energy. ...

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Dog’s Best Friend

Noelle PowersAugust 3, 2019

Dog's Best Friend written by: Noelle Powers It’s strange to think I would never have lived if I hadn’t taken that left turn … The path to redemption ...

EnglishLiterature1 min read

Crewel

Jemimah WrenJune 24, 2019

Crewel written by: Jemimah Wren I got out of my car, took off my jacket, and put it and my purse into the trunk. Carrying just a clipboard, pen and my...

EnglishLiterature6 min read

Like The Vermouth in The Back of The Cabinet

George Gad EconomouJune 12, 2019

Like The Vermouth in The Back of The Cabinet written by: George Gad Economou @GeorgeGad17 like the vermouth in the back of the cabinet, no one wan...

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Sparkle and Love

Ali AryanMay 1, 2019

Sparkle and Love written by: Ali Aryan Her eyes were a sparkle, Mine were black, Her soul lightened my dreadful cracks, So little we fell so little...

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My Forever Love

Tylia FloresMarch 19, 2019

My Forever Love written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 For as long as I can remember I've always been a hopeless romantic. I love love, what it st...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

Lonely Nights

Slice LucasMarch 12, 2019

Lonely Nights written by: Slice Lucas @SliceLucas During My Loneliest Nights It's You That I Miss Your Voice, Your Skin Your Hair, Your Kiss So C...

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Red Neck River Rat

Rob CookeMarch 7, 2019

Red Neck River Rat written by: Rob Cooke A self proclaimed river rat you said rednecked and barefoot, nervously we met, under the cypress trees, wat...

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Ever Reaching

Chasity GainesOctober 9, 2018

Ever Reaching written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 Stone by stone; hand to hand Passed along; toiling beneath an unforgiving sun and as I w...

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Nor War, Nor Peace

Rashmi Malapur JaswalJune 9, 2018

Nor War, Nor Peace written by: Rashmi Malapur Jaswal @rashmimalapur A barrage of thoughts distract and heckle my mind, Thoughts pulling me and ...

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In Your Cups

Rochelle FolesMarch 18, 2018

In Your Cups written by: Rochelle Foles @shellilouwho i come to meet you where you are &nbs...

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L.O.V.E.

MansiJanuary 31, 2018

L.O.V.E. written by: Mansi Your pure soul Your cute smiles have stolen my fears and given me wings to fly. Heart to heart when we talk My demons...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Pas De Zéphyr

RaeOctober 8, 2017

Pas de Zéphyr written by: Rae @rachelraewilson Ties bind love grinds Chase after suns Trails ahead moon Shadows paint history plain Darkness...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

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 ...