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Father Christmas

Mary Daurio·December 15, 2020

Father Christmas written by: Mary Daurio Anna stared through the chain-link fence; her slender white fingers threaded...

English Literature Christmas Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas

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Ursula (no. 58 of Women’s names sensual series)

Carrie Magness Radna·December 7, 2020

Ursula (no. 58 of Women’s names sensual series) written by: Carrie Magness Radna @cmrboxwoodstar1 Your mother named...

Haunted Holidays Poetry English

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So This Is 90

Nina Taylor·December 6, 2020

So This Is 90 written by: Nina Taylor So life when you’re old is reduced to one...

Article English

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Na Wieczność I Na Zawsze

Katarzyna Dominik·December 1, 2020

Na wieczność i na zawsze written by: Katarzyna Dominik Dzień zamknięty w ciszy roni łzy, blask świętego...

Polish International Featured Post Poetry

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Send In The Clowns

Mark Kodama·November 30, 2020

Send In The Clowns written by: Mark Kodama I When my father took me to the circus, there...

English Literature

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Emergency Bread

David Lohrey·November 25, 2020

Emergency Bread written by: David Lohrey Yes, that’s bread in a tin. Lots of choices for vegans...

Poetry English

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Heatwave

Mark Kuglin·November 1, 2020

Heatwave written by: Mark Kuglin @cr8fiction “Drink it, you know you wanna,” Bob Johnson slurred–in a taunting...

Piece of My Heart

Dan A. Cardoza·October 20, 2020

Piece of My Heart written by: Dan A. Cardoza @cardozabig Some say Charlie and I live on...

Featured Post 13 Days of Halloween English Literature Halloween

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Death

Nyashadzashe Chikumbu·October 10, 2020

Death written by: Nyashadzashe Chikumbu @NyashaChikumbu1 death is not a flock of blue jays & it’s not...

English Poetry

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In The Thirst For Freedom

Abdulrasheed Ibraheem Akande·October 9, 2020

In The Thirst For Freedom written by: Abdulrasheed Ibraheem Akande @aribAkande They joined hands to cook the...

English Poetry

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Not Just Any Man

Laura Hughes·October 3, 2020

Not Just Any Man written by: Laura Hughes @SweetPea_1977 As I sit here watching you sleep, I’m...

Finding The Sun

Bayo Aderoju·September 28, 2020

Finding The Sun written by: Bayo Aderoju The skies, for aeons, was unkind. It denied me all;...

Poetry English

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Daddy I’m Not As Strong As You

SmithaV·September 14, 2020

Daddy I’m Not As Strong As You written by: SmithaV @SmithaVishwana4 It’s four months since I saw...

English Poetry

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A Pocket Full of Tears

Ger White·September 8, 2020

A Pocket of Tears written by: Ger White “The operation was highly successful However, there is one...

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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