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I Just Feel So Very Happy

Scott RainerNovember 20, 2019

I Just Feel So Very Happy written by: Scott Rainer I just feel so very happy, Like I’m lost in a tranquil dream, Like I'm eating cheesecake with w...

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UNFRIEND

John-JohnJuly 22, 2019

UNFRIEND written by: John-John It all started with a simple hi and hello Greetings every morning feel halo Sharing our thoughts and personal dream...

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Since I Fell In Love With You

Julie PowellJuly 10, 2019

Since I Fell In Love With You written by: Julie Powell @jules_cupcake As soon as I saw you I fell for you Like never before my feelings so raw I...

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The Love of A Mother

Marian WoodJune 25, 2019

The Love of A Mother written by: Marian Wood @EyeOfMazz Our roots are deep just like my thoughts and her red sweater, Looking at her I decided that ...

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New Beginnings

J. G. ElasMarch 4, 2019

New Beginnings written by: J. G. Elas @jsphelas Winter came with snow and covered us in white, casting an icy glow— the same feeling he showed th...

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Just Wanted To Say…

Julie PowellJanuary 1, 2019

Just Wanted To Say... written by: Julie Powell @jules_cupcake Struggling with so many words I’ve wanted to say to you They swirl around my mind ...

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A SMALL CHILD

Satis ShroffJune 19, 2018

A SMALL CHILD written by: Satis Shroff @SatisShroff1 It was Fasnettime: The banishment of winter, When the people are motley dressed, To...

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I Taught Myself To Live Simply

SpillwordsNovember 26, 2017

I Taught Myself To Live Simply by Anna Akhmatova I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander long...

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A Sunny Adoption

Dr Usha SridharNovember 2, 2017

A Sunny Adoption written by: Dr Usha Sridhar “Kavitha have you packed some fruits?” asked my concerned Mom. “Here are some freshly baked scones,”...

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Patio Rooftop

Robyn MacKinnonSeptember 17, 2017

Patio Rooftop found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat patio rooftop at ridiculous o'clock happy to have been...

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TRUCE

Cristina MunozJuly 27, 2017

TRUCE written by: Cristina Munoz @cristinamunoz8 we swam together racing one another like cheeky alpha children way back to the bay shore l...

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Darkness Perceived

MR.QUIPTYJune 10, 2016

darkness perceived written by: MR.QUIPTY @MRQUIPTY sliding excuse again sidling nearer gin in hand. a mess. sodden and part damned for what you call...

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The Days of Yore

Anne GJune 22, 2015

The Days of Yore written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth The days of yore are long since gone but in my heart they carry on Imprinted on my very soul a...

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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 ...