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Missing Rib

Steven SelormNovember 12, 2019

Missing Rib written by: Steven Selorm @StevenSelorm99 Sweetheart, There’s so much I need to tell you So many things you need to know About this ...

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The Inconsistencies of Life

Ann Christine TabakaOctober 2, 2019

The Inconsistencies of Life written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris Inconsistency rests on weary shoulders abducted by fame’s glittery prize...

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My Hidden Desires

Hemu AggarwalSeptember 28, 2019

My Hidden Desires written by: Hemu Aggarwal @hemuaggarwal15 My drained efforts to dig out my bones, and see deep scars healed as yet. My fizzled eff...

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Death

Jack Wolfe FrostSeptember 16, 2019

Death written by: Jack Wolfe Frost @JackWolfeWriter Steely moves the slitted glare The eyes that burn and demons dare Of deathly nights and gutted ...

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The Beach In Our Hearts (The Drink Of Samsara)

Jose A. TovarAugust 19, 2019

The Beach In Our Hearts (The Drink Of Samsara) written by: Jose A. Tovar What is the meaning of the waves, the ocean’s waves held so closely to the...

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Dreams For Myself

Satabdi SahaAugust 3, 2019

Dreams For Myself written by: Satabdi Saha Just ease and let yourself settle in my dreams. I'll never ask for more. It's within the scope of my vi...

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Dowry

Arnab Kumar RoyAugust 1, 2019

Dowry written by: Arnab Kumar Roy @ROCKARNAB A withered flower Desires crushed by strong power At hands of dowry...

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PEACE

Imran Khan BhayoApril 11, 2019

PEACE written by: Imrankhan Bhayo Peace' color is white Everything is right Ameliorating not only day but night Circle is the main point Ev...

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A Better Place

David OlatubosunApril 4, 2019

A Better Place written by: David Olatubosun @davidolatubosun A man never rests Except for the Sabbath of toil And peace is no peace When devoid of...

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Black Magic

Fallen EngelMarch 30, 2019

Black Magic written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 So, you want to play with black magic. Cover your face with your guilty hands. Submit to my dark d...

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Deadlock

Ayo GutierrezFebruary 21, 2019

Deadlock written by: Ayo Gutierrez desires unbridled-- we fall down in a straight line like the thin waterfall etched; a seeming furrow against a c...

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As I Am

Sheri M. StewartFebruary 14, 2019

As I Am written by: Sheri M. Stewart I wish to be seen. I am many pieces, of differing shapes and sizes that somehow join together into a whole ...

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A Love Poem

MadhumitaFebruary 14, 2019

A Love Poem written by: Madhumita @madhumita6 When I could not bring myself to say yes, Yes to you, To your love, The day before And yesterday, ...

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A Million Wishes (Life’s Ocean)

Jose A. TovarNovember 8, 2018

A Million Wishes (Life’s Ocean) written by: Jose A. Tovar There are as many desires found in the heart as there are grains of sand on the beach...

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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 ...