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Stumbling

Fotoula ReynoldsNovember 7, 2019

Stumbling written by: Fotoula Reynolds After the love-storm Passion beyond delirium Becomes a ruthless falsity And lust without urgency has The so...

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Photographs

Tylia FloresOctober 16, 2019

Photographs written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 So caught up in my own mind, I could barely catch dime, As I sit here looking at the phot...

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On Missing Yiou Too Soon, poetry by Doug Stanfield at Spillwords.com

On Missing You Too Soon

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)September 27, 2019

Saying Goodbye Part XI On Missing You Too Soon written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay I imagine the differences ... The unfamili...

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Picking Up The Pieces

Curtis RaynardSeptember 15, 2019

Picking Up The Pieces written by: Curtis Raynard Scattered are the pieces Of my bleeding heart Picking up the pieces That you torn apart Not knowi...

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Diagnosis

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)September 6, 2019

Saying Goodbye Part X Diagnosis written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay Until this moment, I always thought "heartbreak" was just a...

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The Power of Love

Allen BaswellAugust 24, 2019

The Power of Love written by: Allen Baswell It’s so elusive yet it has a special power it can bring joy yet it can make one feel much pain this my...

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Sweet Child Of Mine

Marshall HughesAugust 19, 2019

Sweet Child Of Mine written by: Marshall Hughes @hughes1marshall Only a lover and soulmate can wound so much Disbelief, the initial shock, and ultim...

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Battle Of Heartbreak

JayMAugust 15, 2019

Battle Of Heartbreak written by: JayM And when I was awoken, It was to a different face, From the night before, A passage of time, A night of reve...

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Waiting for Valerie

Dr. Gideon Sampson CecilJuly 27, 2019

Waiting for Valerie written by: Dr. Gideon Sampson Cecil Leaves are dying for love in autumn A lonely bench waiting for her to come I am a lo...

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Clouds of Time

Christina FitziJune 27, 2019

Clouds of Time written by: Christina Fitzi I had never seen a girl as beautiful as her. She lived on the same street as I did and, as often as possibl...

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You Came To Me In A dream

SangitaMay 22, 2019

You Came To Me In A Dream written by: Sangita you came to me in a dream with one eye full of hope and the other, uncanny despair. you touched me betw...

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Wonder

Tylia FloresMay 22, 2019

Wonder written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 Sitting outside on the porch, I look up at the night sky As the moon shines and the stars twin...

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When I Was Young

Lisa KeebleMay 19, 2019

When I Was Young written by: Lisa Keeble @lisakeb007 I thought I knew love For at least a day And then forgotten Space for new heartbreak Wi...

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Breaking My Own Heart

Julie EgerMarch 24, 2019

Breaking My Own Heart written by: Julie Eger cows in a cattle car casually on their way to my knife and fork they ride to their end because of pe...

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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 ...