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The Endless Summer of 1934

Hope Jones·September 28, 2017

The Endless Summer of 1934 written by: Hope Jones @Hope__Jones She opens the creaky, old door to...

English Literature

·1 min read

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE – HELL’S VISION BLINDED

Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke·September 19, 2017

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE HELL’S VISION BLINDED written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme Under a skull jaw’s moon Hell’s partially...

Literature English

·5 mins read

Marty

Phyllis P. Colucci·September 10, 2017

Marty written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot The mass was quick, and the family priest was kind....

Phyllis P. Colucci English Literature

·2 mins read

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE – MONSTER MOON RISING

Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke·September 5, 2017

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE MONSTER MOON RISING written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme What kind of birds are we? Singing...

Literature English

·5 mins read

The Boy And His Lightning Thoughts

Nonso·August 29, 2017

The Boy and His Lightning Thoughts written by: Nonso @Nounsso There was a boy. When he was...

English Literature

·4 mins read

…on Poetry and Fiction – The Treasure Chest (A Dream and a Memory)

Phyllis P. Colucci·August 27, 2017

…on Poetry and Fiction The Treasure Chest (A Dream and a Memory) written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot...

Editorial Literature English Phyllis P. Colucci On Poetry and Fiction Featured Post

·3 mins read

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE – CREATURE COCOON TO TEEN VAMPIRE ROMANCE

Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke·August 22, 2017

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE CREATURE COCOON TO TEEN VAMPIRE ROMANCE written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme I’m not sure how...

English Literature

·12 mins read

Kaaiman

Siva Wright·August 17, 2017

Kaaiman written by: Siva Wright “What the hell they are thinking, idiots!”, shouted Joseph leaning back on...

Literature English

·8 mins read

The Clockmaker

rickylahkar619·August 15, 2017

The Clockmaker written by: rickylahkar619 @ricky.b.lahkar The day was bright and sunny, white trails of calming clouds...

Literature English

·14 mins read

I Am Anger

G. Rod Hamilton·August 6, 2017

I Am Anger written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe “Damn this heat!” I said loud enough to echo...

Literature English

·10 mins read

The Dark

Stanley Wilkin·August 3, 2017

The Dark written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk The darkness hit him with the kind of blow normally...

English Literature

·4 mins read

…on Poetry and Fiction – The Dictionary, Thesaurus and Google are Your New Best Friends

Phyllis P. Colucci·July 23, 2017

…on Poetry and Fiction The Dictionary, Thesaurus and Google are Your New Best Friends written by: Phyllis P....

Featured Post Editorial Phyllis P. Colucci Article On Poetry and Fiction English

·4 mins read

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE – ZELTERGEISTS RISE AND RESCUE (II)

Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke·July 20, 2017

FLYING DEAD: REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE ZELTERGEISTS RISE AND RESCUE (II) written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme III. REBEL RESCUE...

Literature English

·11 mins read

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE – ZELTERGEISTS RISE AND RESCUE (I)

Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke·July 6, 2017

FLYING DEAD: REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE ZELTERGEISTS RISE AND RESCUE (I) written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme I. LANGOUROUS LIMBO...

English Literature

·8 mins read

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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