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On A Tired Woman, a poem written by Anonymous at Spillwords.com

On A Tired Housewife

SpillwordsMarch 8, 2020

On A Tired Housewife a poem by: Anonymous Here lies a poor woman who was always tired, She lived in a house where help wasn't hired: Her last words ...

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Survival Challenge

James H Dobbins, PhDFebruary 27, 2020

Survival Challenge written by: James H Dobbins, PhD They approached the house early next morning. Moving in through the woods surrounding the house ...

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The Cedar Chest

Nancy Lou HendersonJanuary 30, 2020

The Cedar Chest written by: Nancy Lou Henderson @nlhende49 I am a unique, cedar chest. My purpose is to keep priceless treasures safe and secure. A...

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The House

Carmen BacaJanuary 9, 2020

The House written by: Carmen Baca @carmen_author “Don’t you dare hit me!” “Don’t fight me.” The man and the woman were at it again, the emotion i...

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Those Winter Sundays

SpillwordsJanuary 5, 2020

Those Winter Sundays a poem by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueback cold, then with cracked hands...

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A Cypress In His Own Right

Lali Tsipi MichaeliJanuary 1, 2020

A Cypress In His Own Right written by: Lali Tsipi Michaeli translated by: Michael Simkin I remember a cone shaped cypress Reaching the sky I rememb...

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Just An Old House

Verona JonesDecember 9, 2019

Just An Old House written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Just an old house falling apart, along a mountain interstate. Travelers abandoned their ...

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Two Bedrooms Out The Back

Peter FarrarDecember 8, 2019

Two Bedrooms Out The Back written by: Peter Farrar It was the smell I noticed. It arrived before the seismic wave of sheer heat. It caked in my nost...

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Israel

Sebastien LacasseNovember 30, 2019

Israel written by: Sebastien Lacasse @Inkwill88 In that eerie predawn glow, a voice echoed from the empty bones of the house. Israel sat in the sti...

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House of Ill Repute

Nivedita RoyNovember 30, 2019

House of Ill Repute written by: Nivedita Roy @Roynivi3 They enter as traitors in this lupanar, this bordello, be it, king, be it knight all...

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A Mlouse In MY House, a poem by Glynn Sinclare at Spillwords.com

A Mouse In My House

Glynn SinclareNovember 8, 2019

A Mouse In My House written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare I try to sleep, but toss and turn My mind is racing, fit to burn Absurd as it may seem ...

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October Silence

J.D.G. PerldeinerOctober 30, 2019

October Silence written by: J.D.G Perldeiner The house was unassuming. It looked like all the other houses on the block, save for the fact that the ...

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Axel

Susan Marie ShumanOctober 28, 2019

Axel written by: Susan Marie Shuman It’s the stuff nightmares are made of. The full moon was silhouetted with gnarled tree branches scarring its ...

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It’s Just Colin

Lee DunnOctober 21, 2019

It's Just Colin written by: Lee Dunn @66human We had been looking for a place to rent near town because our landlord gave us notice to vacate....

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“Lock down, lock down. We are now on lock down.” The receptionist’s voice came over the school intercom over the incessant buzzing of the alarm bells located in every hall of every phase of the building. I thanked my lucky stars I wasn’t in my regular classroom with my fourth period of thirty-one freshmen. I was teaching my last class of the day in the computer lab of phase five, one of the more isolated wings of the large oddly-shaped school where I’d been teaching for years. There were only seven students in class that day, it being a Friday afternoon ...