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Out From Her Shore

Eli Garcia·November 18, 2019

Out From Her Shore written by: Eli Garcia She looked out from her shore, and felt what...

Poetry English

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Echoes

Gigi Balita·October 8, 2019

Echoes written by: Gigi Balita I never wanted to be a small matter But I was conceived....

English Poetry

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Waiting

JayM·September 24, 2019

Waiting written by: JayM @thejaytheme Deep was the night, Still. The dawn prevailed, Hope. I lay awake,...

English Poetry

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Shells

Maggie O'Brien·August 29, 2019

Shells written by: Maggie O’Brien The defences of the oyster When tested and tried Grow agitated. Slowly...

English Poetry

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Dreams For Myself

Satabdi Saha·August 3, 2019

Dreams For Myself written by: Satabdi Saha Just ease and let yourself settle in my dreams. I’ll...

English Poetry

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Be Yourself

Eliza Segiet·June 30, 2019

English International Poetry Polish

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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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