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Heard

Hino BlackNovember 5, 2019

Heard written by: Hino Black Through my bedroom window... I'm aimlessly looking at the sky... Thinking of my life so far... I've only known thing...

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Please Forgive Us

Don KnowlesOctober 26, 2019

Please Forgive Us written by: Don Knowles @DonKnowles3 Please forgive us There in the future If you’re capable of deciphering this Maybe I’ll bu...

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Night of The Crone

Moxie McMurderSeptember 22, 2019

Night of The Crone written by: Moxie McMurder @MoxieMcMurder Spices and salt in the air The fire snaps and spits These nights are sacred They are ...

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The Historian

Paula PuolakkaSeptember 20, 2019

The Historian written by: Paula Puolakka It’s not progressive if it’s destroying Nature. We human beings are deaf, dumb, and blind, but maybe the technol...

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Mermaid

Lynn WhiteSeptember 11, 2019

Mermaid written by: Lynn White It was the change in her hair she noticed first growing now like harsh thin weed but attached firmly attached and inedible...

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Bites of The Gangland

Ethan LesleySeptember 5, 2019

Bites of The Gangland written by: Ethan Lesley @ethananarchy IT'S TIME TO RETIRE 'HEARTBREAKER' AS A COMPLIMENT. something-something-onething in...

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I wish you the best day of your life

Paula PuolakkaAugust 22, 2019

I wish you the best day of your life written by: Paula Puolakka In 150 years’ time, the world as we know it is going to come to an end. Yet, peo...

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Your Future Spouse

Aishwariya LaxmiAugust 22, 2019

Your Future Spouse written by: Aishwariya Laxmi @aishwariya Have you ever wondered Who your spouse would be If you lived to be a hundred and three?...

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Tenure

Ken Allan DronsfieldAugust 11, 2019

Tenure written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield @KenKadfield Perhaps we are great Thunderbirds sowing the seeds of epic storms. Or maybe, we're just small ...

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THE SHADOW STEALER

Dilip MohapatraAugust 2, 2019

THE SHADOW STEALER written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo Come let me take you on a guided tour of my secret vault where I have kept all the sha...

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Uncertainty

Aishwariya LaxmiJune 16, 2019

Uncertainty written by: Aishwariya Laxmi @aishwariya We sit in the dark You and I Listening… For the sound of hope Of a future That may lie Onl...

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World of Clones

Bayley KellyApril 25, 2019

World of Clones written by: Bayley Kelly In 2028 the clones started World War III. Clone testing began in America, the Americans replaced clone DNA ...

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Only Love Can Rhyme

Simona PriloganApril 18, 2019

Only Love Can Rhyme written by: Simona Prilogan @SCotidian Only love can rhyme When days are getting back in time In long journey, in discrepancy, ...

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Reflections

Andrea E. LodgeApril 8, 2019

Reflections written by: Andrea E. Lodge Firmly grasp my tired hands, And walk with me on bits of sand. Shards of mirrors below our feet, Warm your ...

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Phyllis P. Colucci is a freelance/indie author from Brooklyn, New York. She is currently retired from a Supervisory Administrative position with a Federal law enforcement agency in New York City, and is now pursuing her passion for writing fiction and poetry. She has always had a love for writing over the years, whether it be poetry, short stories or novels; and mystery and suspense is something she has recently gravitated towards with a touch of romance and that "New York edge". Phyllis has three novels, one novella and an Anthology of original poems currently on the Amazon market, and continues to be part of the Spillwords writing community by sharing/contributing her fiction and poetry on a monthly basis. She also has a writing blog under the name of "FictionTarot" where she hopes to entertain readers, take them on journeys page by page - and perhaps make a difference with a blog.

Bodies In The Basement by M. Taggart

It was a crisp, damp, October night.
“When we get to the Church I’ll go down first.” Colin was thinking of the moment when both he and Aaron would be standing at the top of the basement stairs peering down into the darkness.
The old stone Church was perched at the top of the largest hill on the prep school’s campus. Colin’s parents were professors at the school and their house was on campus grounds. They’d been waiting for Colin’s parents to fall asleep upstairs. Both boys were comfortable in their sleeping bags on the screened in porch. The lights had been turned out an hour ago and Colin felt it was time to slip into the night ...