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Blue

Kayleigh Merchant·April 9, 2020

Blue written by: KL Merchant The aftermath of the fireball that hit all of mankind creating a...

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Around The Fire

Peg Prendeville·April 1, 2020

Around The Fire written by: Peg Prendeville Around the fire we sat each night Chairs pulled together...

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Fire

Mehreen Ahmed·March 30, 2020

Fire written by: Mehreen Ahmed @MehreenAhmed2 Laura stood at her window in the forest hut, watching a...

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Fire Away

Kelli J Gavin·March 26, 2020

Fire Away written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin Those words Every Last One Hurt and scarred Left...

English Poetry

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Tradition of Fire

Kushal Poddar·March 5, 2020

Tradition of Fire written by: Kushal Poddar @Kushalpoe A fire compels us to see the fire, the...

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Ashes to Ashes

Tina Privitera-Reynolds·February 21, 2020

Ashes to Ashes written by: Tina Privitera-Reynolds A worker stubs out a cigarette. The kind that rises...

English Poetry

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The Obnoxious Truth

Garvit Jain·February 21, 2020

The Obnoxious Truth written by: Garvit Jain As he sat beside him tears came trickling down his...

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Collision of Two Worlds

Anupama Dalmia·February 3, 2020

Collision of Two Worlds written by: Anupama Dalmia Dressed in an alluring red gown, To rave it...

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The Ultimate Beast

Susan Wakefield·January 12, 2020

The Ultimate Beast written by: Susan Wakefield When played the crackling sounds of fire Make haste to...

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Deaf

Rakind Kaur·January 11, 2020

Deaf written by: Rakind Kaur @khwabgah Can’t you hear the screams? Of the souls being burnt alive My flowing...

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Where Have The Birds Gone?

Fotoula Reynolds·January 7, 2020

Where Have The Birds Gone? written by: Fotoula Reynolds It’s raining embers And our beautiful Island-home cries...

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Those Winter Sundays

Spillwords·January 5, 2020

Those Winter Sundays a poem by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put...

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Instructions

John Grey·December 28, 2019

Instructions written by: John Grey Winter, second week of January, violent wind gusts shaking down the windows,...

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Burnt Christmas

Melisa·December 21, 2019

Burnt Christmas written by: Melisa @MQuigley1963 Tasting soot breathing difficulties house burnt down water bomb bursts through...

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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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