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True Love

Eddie D. Moore·January 2, 2021

True Love written by: Eddie D. Moore @EddieMoore27 I had love once, but women are all the...

English Literature

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Crossing You

Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi·September 21, 2019

Crossing You written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 Crossing you Every day You said I never noticed...

Poetry English

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But You Have Read The Book

Matthew Groeger·September 17, 2019

But You Have Read The Book written by: Matthew Groeger @groegerwriting You come into the bathroom. It’s...

Literature English

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Try Her Up

PYG's Whisper·October 1, 2018

Try Her Up written by: PYG’s Whisper @YounggiePYG 3 am in the morning Everybody is sleeping Some...

English Poetry

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jamshe·May 8, 2018

Ex written by: jamshe I’m sorry I did not die In a fiery high speed crash Or...

Poetry English

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Good Luck

Dan Leicht·October 2, 2017

Good Luck written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk With a pen, its ink almost dry, he sat down...

Poetry English

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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