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You’ll Find Me in Marylin

Rachel ReagorJune 7, 2019

You'll Find Me in Marylin written by: Rachel Reagor Between Piłka and Miały, the small village of Marylin rests on the luscious, green, rolling hills ...

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The Road

Leanne Howard KenneyDecember 1, 2017

The Road written by: Leanne Howard Kenney @neeneebucket The ice chest fell as the triple-axled truck rumbled and swayed its way past half my eyes a...

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The Path

Siva WrightSeptember 28, 2017

The Path written by: Siva Wright Some give too much importance to the destination. They say when we go on a tour, it is the destination that has imp...

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Sliproad By The Interstate

Gavin HaycockJuly 11, 2017

Sliproad by the interstate written by: Gavin Haycock @poetry_pieces I took a turn into foothills of granite the desert gave itself a way to bow ou...

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Bike Ride

Vickie MryczkoMay 23, 2017

Bike Ride written by: Vickie Mryczko @vickiemryczko Speed. Leisurely...determined...fierce. All creating movement, rhythm and balance. Sweet memori...

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Destination Unknown

David VaughanFebruary 11, 2017

Destination Unknown written by: David Vaughan @raistlinrev The ship has set its sail to a port that will not be clearly seen. A port never to be vivi...

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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 ...