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Goobye Child

Ntuthuko Brian NcobeniNovember 14, 2019

Goodbye Child written by: Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni Since my arrival, I’ve silently been here and there preparing my departure. The most difficult...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

It’s Just Colin

Lee DunnOctober 21, 2019

It's Just Colin written by: Lee Dunn @66human We had been looking for a place to rent near town because our landlord gave us notice to vacate....

EnglishHalloweenLiterature3 min read

Bodies In The Basement

M. TaggartOctober 20, 2019

Bodies In The Basement written by: M. Taggart It was a crisp, damp, October night. “When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking...

13 Days of HalloweenEnglishFeatured PostHalloweenLiterature12 min read

Life’s Trace

Ken Allan DronsfieldSeptember 13, 2019

Life's Trace written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield @KenKadfield Someone whispered my name! The tone a low, but gentle voice. It said, "search out your p...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Old Tree

Mitch BenselSeptember 3, 2019

Old Tree written by: Mitch Bensel @mitchbensel I am an old tree my branches know when the storms will destroy when the sun will heal rain's moistu...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Hummus

Charlie BottleJuly 30, 2019

Hummus written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle This creamy hummus, contains the unattainable dreams, of thousands of chickpeas, olives, garlic...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Free Flights and Scrapes to Clean

Alexandra SullivanJune 30, 2019

Free Flights and Scrapes to Clean written by: Alexandra Sullivan I feel the cool touch of the chain links, fitting themselves jaggedly into th...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

Being a Wildlife Enthusiast…

Nishand VenugopalJune 23, 2019

Being a Wildlife Enthusiast... written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 "I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand" - Confucius...

ArticleEnglishPhotography3 min read

Belong

Jessalyn JohnsonJune 21, 2019

Belong written by: Jessalyn Johnson @jessalyn451 The ability to sleep in a cabin is a powerful strength. When I saw one bug, I started to see two mor...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

IN SILENCE

Luzviminda G. RiveraJune 18, 2019

IN SILENCE written by: LUZVIMINDA G. RIVERA IN SILENCE… discovering each other exchange of ideas and opinions enjoying each other’s company lookin...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Working The Crisis Hotline

Dianne MoritzMay 30, 2019

Working The Crisis Hotline written by: Dianne Moritz Down by the river in cramped quarters, telephones ring non-stop. Young people, women mostly, ...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Float

R.E HengstermanMay 28, 2019

Float written by: R.E Hengsterman @robhengsterman With a flick of his fingernail, he decapitates the honeybee, pinching its head and limp, probo...

EnglishFeatured PostLiterature4 min read

ON A WHIM

Leanne NeillMay 16, 2019

ON A WHIM written by: Leanne Neill @LeanneNeill2 This foreign tongue you bring opens borders, makes me click Spanish heels, strip-tease around...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

The Cupcake

R J Cowley, JrMay 5, 2019

The Cupcake written by: R.J. Cowley Jr. “There ain’t nobody in all of Hawkinsville who likes sweet stuff more ’n me, except for my best friend Jamal...

EnglishLiterature6 min read

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 ...