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Courtney Glover·November 4, 2024

Journal Entry written by: Courtney Glover July 7th For the last two nights I’ve heard a persistent...

Poetry English

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The Scrap of a Paisley Shawl

Sarah Das Gupta·October 29, 2024

The Scrap of a Paisley Shawl written by: Sarah Das Gupta - Tom suddenly found himself alone with this girl, Louise...

Halloween English Literature

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The House

Stephen Herczeg·October 28, 2024

The House written by: Stephen Herczeg - The house was old. It had stood on the same hill...

English Literature Halloween

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Mrs. MacGinny’s House

Tim Law·October 27, 2024

Mrs. MacGinny's House written by: Tim Law - “Jimmy can’t swing!” shouted the kids in the outfield. “Jimmy can’t bat!”...

Featured Post Literature Halloween English Tim Law 13 Days of Halloween

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Murder at Dawn: A Haunting in the Mist

Sharona Reeves·October 27, 2024

Murder at Dawn A Haunting in the Mist written by: Sharona Reeves Autumn creeps in with a...

Poetry Halloween English

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Halloween Treat

Dawn Pisturino·October 25, 2024

Halloween Treat written by: Dawn Pisturino - The Van Emmerick house was the most feared house in the neighborhood...

13 Days of Halloween Literature Halloween Featured Post English

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Meyer House

Gabriella Balcom·October 21, 2024

Meyer House written by: Gabriella Balcom - Phineas rolled his eyes as the faint scratching sound slowly traveled...

English Literature Halloween

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House of Healing

James Hancock·October 20, 2024

House of Healing written by: James Hancock - I am fed to the darkness. The itch at the back of my mind...

Halloween Featured Post English 13 Days of Halloween Literature

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The Forgotten will Survive

Franci Eugenia Hoffman·October 19, 2024

The Forgotten Will Survive written by: Franci Eugenia Hoffman @FranceH45083335 daunted by rumors a grand old house,...

Halloween English Poetry

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Autumn Is My Happy Season

Valerie Dawn Goad·October 14, 2024

Autumn Is My Happy Season written by: Valerie Dawn Goad Everyone can hardly wait for Summer and...

Poetry English

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Haunted

Spillwords·October 13, 2024

Haunted a poem by: Robert Graves Gulp down your wine, old friends of mine, Roar through the...

English Poetry Literary Greats

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Her Voice

Fiona Langeveld·October 3, 2024

Her Voice written by: Fiona Langeveld People came from miles away From all across the land Just...

English Poetry

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A Visit

Maryna Imas·June 25, 2024

A Visit written by: Maryna Imas - I regard her uninvited presence over the rim of my glasses...

English Literature

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Embers of Ebon Emotions

Glory Neeraj·April 27, 2024

Embers of Ebon Emotions written by: Glory Neeraj Eerie shadows cloak the moonlit night, Where secrets whisper,...

English Poetry

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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

Condoms by Seán Óg Ó Murchú

They all laughed at me. All the dinner ladies. It started with your one, I’m after forgetting her name now… Smelly Nelly’s ma. A wet little tear trickled toward her tattooed cheekbone. She was roaring red. Her harsh, wheezing laughter sounded like a black taxi tackling the Whiterock Road, her throat destroyed from all the fegs she used to be hoofing into her. She called over the other dinner ladies then, an army of them. Or maybe it was the curiosity of her horrid laughing that brought them over… I can’t remember.
“Tell the girls what you’re only after asking me there ni wee mawn.”
I looked between herself and the girls. Jesus Christ, I said in my own mind, Mental Mick is after stealing all my crayons that I’d been hoarding for myself there before the break...

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