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Spectre’s Perspective

Ronald B ConwayOctober 22, 2019

Spectre's Perspective written by: Ronald B Conway I waft Just a breath among the granite No flesh - bereft of substance Marooned between my ev...

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Between the Rubiginous Leaf and Eternity

Irena Ewa IdzikowskaOctober 9, 2019

Between the Rubiginous Leaf and Eternity written by: Irena Ewa Idzikowska translated by: Artur Komoter do not forget about your spring which sends you...

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One Step Further

Magdalena PodobińskaAugust 20, 2019

One Step Further written by: Magdalena Podobińska Honey Doesn’t it make you smile that We’re one step further now? Our feet touch Every night...

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An Eternity of Forevers

Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass)August 5, 2019

An Eternity of Forevers written by: Cary Chrysler (skyinthegrass) @skyinthegrass You left, that house of memories. More evidence, of works beyond....

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Love Me

Sandy RochelleJuly 23, 2019

Love Me written by: Sandy Rochelle Love me without question or apprehension. Do not doubt or question my silence. Without fear or judgment love me. ...

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Curlews

Polly OliverJuly 1, 2019

Curlews written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones "Stop talking," you said by the estuary's edge. You kissed me and told me to close my eyes. "Let t...

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In The Pursuit Of Happiness

Filza ChaudhryJune 7, 2019

In The Pursuit Of Happiness written by: Filza Chaudhry In the pursuit of happiness Our paths have aligned You have entered my void Unlocked my clos...

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Il Raccoglitore di Asparagi

Francesco AbateApril 14, 2019

Il Raccoglitore di Asparagi written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Un uomo cammina solitario per la campagna ventosa; la primavera chiama da ...

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Through Your Weeping Window

Godfrey HolyMarch 1, 2019

Through Your Weeping Window written by: Godfrey Holy Bags under your eyes-- all packed up ready to depart. A solemn tryst 'tween life and death, ...

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All Of Eternity Lit

Amanda EifertOctober 15, 2018

All of Eternity Lit written by: Amanda Eifert @mandibelle16 All of the lights, those vast ships distant. All of the lights, those mesmerizing je...

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Reflections Of…

Anne GJuly 4, 2018

Reflections Of... written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth In journeys past, I ruled the earth, created worlds inspired wealth - Reflections of my vanity...

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The Art Of Dying

Fallen EngelJune 29, 2018

The Art of Dying written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 In the art of dying, I wonder how I can forget the path to my grave. All my life’s dreams bl...

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Wash Away The Tears

Michael SheaMarch 24, 2018

Wash Away The Tears written by: Michael Shea @calmsbehaviour A herd of sound in my mind's eye of image felt with giggles, of a bouncing film all f...

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Upon Apollo’s Golden Chariot

Chasity GainesNovember 30, 2017

Upon Apollo's Golden Chariot written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 Here I sit In this chair Beside the sunshine Glittery lake Warming in th...

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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 ...