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Villages Apart

ThryakshaNovember 16, 2019

Villages Apart written by: Thryaksha He bent down low, Placing his paper boat on the river. He stood quietly, watching, While the wind blew through...

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Sonnet 2

Mubangizi EmmyNovember 8, 2019

Sonnet 2 written by: Mubangizi Emmy Estrella dear So far from here How I long to have you near To sing the songs we love to hear There's always so...

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Southbound Again

James BellOctober 3, 2019

Southbound Again written by: James Bell @jbell_counsel Travelling on yet another southbound train, many miles lie in wait through the enveloping rain...

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UNCERTAIN FIX

Dilip MohapatraSeptember 4, 2019

UNCERTAIN FIX written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo My ship not under command wobbling on the sea of the world's collective tears ravaged by t...

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Blind Alleys

Gauri DixitAugust 28, 2019

Blind Alleys written by: Gauri Dixit Where eyes don't speak and lips don't lie In the skies of the blind dreams don't die I see not yet I see your...

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Lovers without love

Gabriela MAugust 23, 2019

lovers without love written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 you, quest of lovers without love your unrelenting islands beaten by the wind-blown sand th...

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Illusions

Maroulla RadisavicAugust 19, 2019

Illusions written by: Maroulla Radisavic I will give you some wine To drink from my lips I will give you an exotic dance To lead your wild thoughts...

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PAPER DREAMS

TM DiSarroAugust 13, 2019

PAPER DREAMS written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro My life is lost in paper dreams So worn with sweet decay Nostalgia bears the crush of passing years ...

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The Lord’s of Long Distance

Tim GardinerJune 26, 2019

The Lord's of Long Distance written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 Kilometre One stampede... can't see the wood for the runners Kilometre Two ol...

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Shades of Dawn

Vickie J. LittenJune 26, 2019

Shades of Dawn written by: Vickie J. Litten Sunday morning I forgot and reached for you, but found only cool sheets and empty pillow. The dream wa...

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Wonder

Tylia FloresMay 22, 2019

Wonder written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 Sitting outside on the porch, I look up at the night sky As the moon shines and the stars twin...

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Distance

David DephyMay 3, 2019

Distance written by: David Dephy I see the lilac shadow of a tree and it seems to me that there may be times when you just have to love someo...

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The Mask

Any1markApril 29, 2019

The Mask written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 My fingers ply at the mask Janis should be our patron saint My smile tears at your frown Warm pleasant t...

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Christmas Watch

Dawn DeBraalDecember 19, 2018

Christmas Watch written by: Dawn DeBraal My breath caught as my daughter told me that she and her new husband were moving to Germany for three to fi...

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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 ...