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Auguries Of Doom

Mark KodamaDecember 21, 2018

Auguries Of Doom written by: Mark Kodama Scientists, speaking in tongues, Chanted auguries of doom. Holy men, through divine revelation, Pre...

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Garnet Roses Only Cry At Night

Fallen EngelApril 2, 2018

Garnet Roses Only Cry At Night written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 Lend me your veins While devilry reigns I gave you my silhouette Along with m...

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THE OPIUM OF VIOLENCE

Arun DashMarch 25, 2018

THE OPIUM OF VIOLENCE written by: Arun Dash The opium of violence That your race Has fallen for, So horrendously, May very soon lead you To an im...

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Coloyry

Rando MithloJuly 15, 2016

Coloyry written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe Summit Metropark, Akron OH. September 3, 2029 As I stroll through the blueish woods on the trail of the me...

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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 ...