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My Past Was Always Tense, My Future Perfect

Ashley Marilynne Wong·January 19, 2024

My Past Was Always Tense, My Future Perfect written by: Ashley Marilynne Wong ‘The past is always...

Literature English

·12 mins read

1st Memory Told by Persephone

Bailey Jean·September 14, 2022

1st Memory Told by Persephone written by: Bailey Jean Pulled down from underneath, the wildflowers next to...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Norma Queen

Lucretia Lixandru·August 3, 2021

Norma Queen written by: Lucreția Lixandru @lulusbadideas an educated girl won’t talk like that. why don’t you...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Wildflower

Huda Tariq·December 28, 2020

Wildflower written by: Huda Tariq A wild yet beautiful creature I am Beneath the sky lies the...

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Virgo Diary

Lopa Banerjee·June 13, 2020

The Virgo Diary written by: Lopa Banerjee @rooafza In the month of Virgo, my endless sari A...

Poetry English

·1 min read

The Model

Edward McCloud·August 17, 2016

The Model written by: Edward McCloud @edward.a.mccloud.3 The lady holds the world – her face, her body,...

English Poetry

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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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To Grandmother’s House

The Visit

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Barney and His Angel

The Longest Night

Psycho at The Northern Lights

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Blooms and Bleeding

Mary Tyler Moore Wants to Name Nail Polish for OPI

Convallaria Majalis

Relaxed Standards

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My Past Was Always Tense, My Future Perfect

1st Memory Told by Persephone

Norma Queen

Wildflower

The Virgo Diary

The Model

Hymn Of The Eternal Feast

AAEVEYN ULLOVTO’s Scrabbled Psyche

To Grandmother’s House

Breakfast on the Beach

The Visit

The Christmas Figure is Unmoved

A Strange Place

A Bead of Ice

Sygnatariusze Listów do Gwiazd

Success Despite Childhood Trauma

2AM Thoughts

A Silent Existence