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A Wonderful Childhood

Frank GeigerOctober 10, 2019

A Wonderful Childhood written by: Frank Geiger Her name was Donna Weaver. His name was Trevor Bower. They first met at the Wawa where he worked, usual...

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The War Within

Sharona ReevesApril 18, 2019

The War Within written by: Sharona Reeves Tainted soldier Heart waged in war Rich in strength Ultimately poor Stricken with hate and words of th...

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(ir)(rational)

Alyssa BrockerMarch 16, 2019

(ir)(rational) written by: Alyssa Brocker @Atelgy for me there’s always been a fine line &nbs...

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The Silence and The Unknown

Froya MontezinoFebruary 11, 2019

The Silence and The Unknown written by: Froya Montezino You make me remember that courage is a frail state of mind, claiming something so precious t...

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Stripped

Fotoula ReynoldsFebruary 2, 2019

Stripped written by: Fotoula Reynolds He broke into her silence Without permission Tearing down her Cupboard doors That held inside All that she ...

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The Change

Raphfael WormgeJanuary 19, 2019

The Change written by: Raphfael Wormge As the words stop So does the pain And all that’s left Is anger and hate I must morph Grow or change Like...

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The Beast

Raphfael WormgeNovember 21, 2018

The Beast written by: Raphfael Wormge I have to control the Beast It owns me I don’t own him He lives in me The Beast is me I must fight hard, H...

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Words Like Rain

Samantha BeardonNovember 12, 2018

Words Like Rain written by: Samantha Beardon There he sits in the chair wondering what clothes to wear his whispered words fall like rain cruel...

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Special Of The Day

Julie EgerSeptember 25, 2018

Special Of The Day written by: Copper Rose There had been rumors no one could verify. All grocery stores, restaurants and fast food establishments h...

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Silent Killer

Any1markSeptember 18, 2018

Silent Killer written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 Hate knaws at me Teeth chewing on leather Absolving my indifference Price of caring varies But doing nothi...

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The Red Sea

Andrew ScobieSeptember 9, 2018

The Red Sea written by: Andrew Scobie An extract from my latest bank statement of June 2028: Dear Sir, It has come to the government’s a...

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The Anger

Gabrielle TetreaultJune 16, 2018

The Anger written by: Gabrielle Tetreault I have built a wall around my anger, The killing rage because my sister, Kept after school was thrashed, ...

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Shattered Glass

J.M.GApril 4, 2018

Shattered Glass written by: J.M.G. a.k.a. Enigma Shattered Glass... a reaction to what I’ve seen? Or a tendency I cannot control? A Beast... Is w...

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Butterfingers

Jenny LuFebruary 3, 2018

Butterfingers written by: Jenny Lu everything falling apart like my steering wheel slipping like one bad grade like- one touch setting me off l...

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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 ...