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Chaos

Sandra Nguyen·September 14, 2019

Chaos written by: Sandra Nguyen Dark, cloudy river flooding my home Gloomy, grey sky rumbling across land...

Poetry English

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Lost Yuletide Glow

Phyllis P. Colucci·December 22, 2018

Lost Yuletide Glow written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot “Lost Yuletide Glow” hides within Winter’s song Again...

English Featured Post 12 Days of Christmas Poetry Christmas Phyllis P. Colucci

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Vespers

Robbie Pruitt·July 12, 2018

Vespers written by: Robbie Pruitt @robbiepruitt In the evening’s glow you walk with me whispering all I...

English Poetry

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A Parting Sonnet

Mark Scrivener·April 30, 2016

A Parting Sonnet written by: Mark Scrivener @orpheus777 Why is it I should feel heart flame while you...

English

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A House Is Not A Home

Anne G·August 11, 2015

A House Is Not A Home written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth What is a house if not...

Anne G 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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A House Is Not A Home

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The Mirror Did Not Come as Glass

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