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Death Is Not The End

Lorenzo Berardi·June 9, 2019

Death Is Not The End written by: Lorenzo Berardi Alan Pecan had died twenty-seven times and counting....

Nothing Will Die

Spillwords·June 9, 2019

Nothing Will Die a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson When will the stream be aweary of flowing...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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My Olds

Lali Tsipi Michaeli·June 6, 2019

International Poetry English

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I Survived

Debra Sasak Ross·June 6, 2019

I Survived written by: Debra Sasak Ross I am a woman Who has emerged from a different...

Poetry English

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Fear And Loathing In West Yorkshire

Amel Bashford·June 3, 2019

Fear And Loathing In West Yorkshire written by: Amel Bashford Doctor doctor I need your help I...

English Poetry

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Finally, It All Ends

Tebatjo Malaka·June 2, 2019

Finally, It All Ends. written by: Tebatjo Malaka @RSeedOfAbraham Everything to end is made; To impending loss...

Doll

Ximena Escobar·June 1, 2019

Doll written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin Doll Never got to see the tallest building, highest wheel, Queen...

Poetry English

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The Farm

John Baverstock·May 30, 2019

The Farm written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK The Pigs they squealed, Not one emotion did they show or...

English Featured Post Poetry

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

2:51

Garry Crystal·May 26, 2019

2:51 written by: Garry Crystal A clock on the wall in my kitchen always reads 2:51, because...

English Literature

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Joshua

David Estringel·May 25, 2019

Joshua written by: David Estringel @The_Booky_Man I heard, today, that you died nine years ago. My friend...

English Poetry

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Death Song

Yasmin Hemmat·May 9, 2019

Death Song written by: Yasmin Hemmat Dying lights were flickering at night. Walking along the serpentine road,...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Consumed

Stanley W. Shura·May 8, 2019

Consumed written by: Stanley W. Shura The infinite dark wields its paint brush. It strikes me with...

English Poetry

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The Graveyard

Julian Lee·May 8, 2019

The Graveyard written by: Julian Lee @julian_lee76 The still, quiet, peaceful air, Sounds of nature surround, We...

Poetry English

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Shock

Tasos Kyrtasoglou·May 6, 2019

Shock written by: Tasos Kyrtasoglou Unknown writer, a wasted figure in a cold white nursing home cell. Red...

Poetry English

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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