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Match

Susan L De MillerNovember 14, 2019

Match written by: Susan L De Miller My finger hovers over the keyboard. The cursor blinks. “I have a match.” I whisper. “Are you going to open it?...

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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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TO A LATE LAST LOVE

GrendadSeptember 25, 2019

TO A LATE LAST LOVE written by: Grendad Of course we are afraid. We carry what they tell us now is baggage And in the bag they think we keep our rag...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Prodigal Father

Doug HawleySeptember 22, 2019

Prodigal Father written by: Doug Hawley @dougiamm Duke’s Story Part One I was drinking Black Butte Porter at my favorite bar after a miserable d...

EnglishLiterature24 min read

The Obelisk

P.A. O'NeilAugust 18, 2019

The Obelisk written by: P.A. O'Neil “Shush! They’ll hear us.” Wallace looked hard at his companion, his face half-hidden by the shadow from ...

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Crewel

Jemimah WrenJune 24, 2019

Crewel written by: Jemimah Wren I got out of my car, took off my jacket, and put it and my purse into the trunk. Carrying just a clipboard, pen and my...

EnglishLiterature6 min read

Green In Me

Anshika SharmaMarch 6, 2019

Green In Me written by: Anshika Sharma That crouching cat Under my bed; A pearl shelled in dark, Reflects the distant green In her empty Sea eyes...

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A Cat With Two Hearts

Anshika SharmaJanuary 1, 2019

A Cat With Two Hearts written by: Anshika Sharma After the class on Murakami that day when I walked out, I saw a furry grey cat in the hallway. Avoi...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

Awareness

Umair MirxaNovember 28, 2018

Awareness written by: Umair Mirxa @UMirxa12 Aath had his cave, his club, and his cloth which he wrapped around his waist. For when it got really co...

EnglishLiterature5 min read

Lines

Michelle DarkNovember 15, 2018

Lines written by: Michelle Dark Black earth ingrained in fine lines of pale skin in now aging hands, Praying for growth as an act faith. I bend an...

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Into Discovery

Ken Allan DronsfieldSeptember 19, 2018

Into Discovery written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield @KenKadfield When you have risked it all just to have a taste. When you have feasted on victory...

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Falling Star

J. G. ElasSeptember 17, 2018

Falling Star written by: J. G. Elas @jsphelas It was his love that brought me here, it enveloped me and wiped every tear. It was his voice, that...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Absence

RhymeRulaAugust 11, 2018

Absence written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula I'm trying my best to brace myself from sinking into a black hole of regret Acknowledging your...

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Epiphany

Asher BomseJune 15, 2018

Epiphany written by: Asher Bomse I've had an epiphany That my life is MINE to live What others do isn't my concern Or my worry It shouldn't b...

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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 ...