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Ethel

Spero LauvierOctober 24, 2019

Ethel written by: Spero Lauvier “Ena, turn off the light, please?” Annie shouts at her twelve-year-old daughter. It’s 7 o’clock in the evening. “La...

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It’s Just Colin

Lee DunnOctober 21, 2019

It's Just Colin written by: Lee Dunn @66human We had been looking for a place to rent near town because our landlord gave us notice to vacate....

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The Milker

Phyllis SouzaOctober 8, 2019

The Milker written by: Phyllis Souza The year was 1936. Frank stood on the wide-sweeping porch of an old wooden ranch house. He rapped on the doo...

EnglishLiterature6 min read

The Third

Jose Wan DiazAugust 8, 2019

The Third written by: Jose Wan Diaz “Two was more than enough,” Alice said, tears pouring down her cheeks. She patted them with the palms of both...

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The Importance of Nomenclature

Anita G. GormanJuly 14, 2019

The Importance of Nomenclature written by: Anita G. Gorman When John Smith met Mary Jones, they fell in love almost immediately, even though Mary was ...

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Poacher

Lindsay MortonJuly 9, 2019

Poacher written by: Lindsay Morton @lindseeeeee Hale was married in Reno the February after he turned twenty-two. She danced in the topless floor s...

EnglishLiterature15 min read

Hide and Seek

Mike KannerJuly 6, 2019

Hide and Seek written by: Mike Kanner @MDKanner “Mama, how long do we have to hide?” “Quiet, Dragi, sleep.” “Mama, I’m hungry.” “I said, sleep. ...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

The Love of A Mother

Marian WoodJune 25, 2019

The Love of A Mother written by: Marian Wood @EyeOfMazz Our roots are deep just like my thoughts and her red sweater, Looking at her I decided that ...

EnglishPoetry3 min read

Fred and Alice

Denise D'SouzaJune 22, 2019

Fred and Alice written by: Denise D'Souza Arriving at the coffee shop, I look around for him as I usually did; the old man, one half of the couple t...

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Natalia

Magdalena PodobińskaJune 12, 2019

Natalia written by: Magdalena Podobińska One summer morning Still yawning She jumped out of bed Just like a Morning bird and she ran to the m...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

The Elephant Who Could Play The Violin

Ricky HawthorneMay 23, 2019

The Elephant Who Could Play The Violin written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames Once upon a time…well, actually I shouldn’t begin like that. That open...

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Her First Step

Rohini KB ReddyMay 8, 2019

Her First Step written by: Rohini KB Reddy @rohiniprajapat3 She stood outside the gate, in the bright sunlight, smiling to the sun. Finally, she was ...

EnglishLiterature1 min read

The Intervention

Rich RurshellApril 18, 2019

The Intervention written by: Rich Rurshell Jenny got into bed like her mother had told her to do and pulled the covers tight over her head. Daddy wa...

EnglishLiterature10 min read

Advise To My Daughter

Any1markMarch 26, 2019

Advise To My Daughter written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 Be it ancient or new Choose your flag well Unfurrow it upon high Ride it among the breezes ...

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 ...