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This House is Not a Home

Ifeanyi Sibling·August 13, 2022

This House is Not a Home written by: Ifeanyi Sibling “Drop your bag; your food is in...

English Literature

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Not Tonight

Loredano Cafaro·May 4, 2022

Not Tonight written by: Loredano Cafaro translated by: Sabrina Beretta edited by: Kate Seger I fear the...

Literature English

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It’s Time

Cristina Munoz·November 4, 2021

It’s Time written by: Cristina Munoz @cristinamunoz8 i’m over denying done with running behaving like nothing horrible...

English Poetry

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A Past Memory of Myself

Ibrahim Idris·October 13, 2021

A Past Memory of Myself written by: Ibrahim “dreezy” Idris I’m right there in the middle of...

Poetry English

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Benyeakeh Miapeh Jr.·September 7, 2021

Flashback written by: Benyeakeh Miapeh Jr. Let’s take it to the beginning, When love was the breakfast,...

Poetry English

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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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This House is Not a Home

Not Tonight

It’s Time

A Past Memory of Myself

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The Mirror Did Not Come as Glass

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Creatures of Habit

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