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2:51, a short story written by Garry Crystal at Spillwords.com

2:51

Garry CrystalMay 26, 2019

2:51 written by: Garry Crystal A clock on the wall in my kitchen always reads 2:51, because I’d removed the battery some time ago to stop the tickin...

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The Old, Black, Hanging Tree

Roger TurnerNovember 3, 2018

The Old, Black, Hanging Tree written by: roger turner @titansdad In the backroads there's a legend By the old black hanging tree That this is the o...

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At A Crossroads At The Crossroads

Roger TurnerMay 8, 2018

At A Crossroads At The Crossroads written by: roger turner @titansdad At a crossroads at the crossroads At a crossroads at the crossroads At a...

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Beelzebub Jones – A Good Day To Be A Bad Guy

Richard WallApril 10, 2018

Beelzebub Jones - A Good Day To Be A Bad Guy written by: Richard Wall @writinblues vocals/music by: Half Deaf Clatch (aka Andrew McLatchie) @halfdeafclatc...

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Paid In Full

Daedalus ChaosSeptember 24, 2016

Paid In Full written by: Daedalus Chaos @DaedalusChaos “Look Matt, I gotta be honest here. You ready? Good. This is amazing. No, that's an understa...

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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 ...