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XO Euphoria

Pat CantinNovember 9, 2019

XO Euphoria written by: Pat Cantin The world stops, euphoria sets in I go numb with the craving again The kind of hunger that leaves you in a st...

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Starving

Dan LeichtOctober 2, 2019

Starving written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Two squirrels are fighting over the last acorn the winner will get to bury it the loser will forget ab...

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SACRED FIRE

TM DiSarroSeptember 20, 2019

SACRED FIRE written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro We are captured by desire per chance Blessed in sacred fire we dance Longings guide our vain existe...

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Nonchalance

Ipsita BanerjeeSeptember 14, 2019

Nonchalance written by: Ipsita Banerjee @ipsyb I have lain those dogs to rest, The ones snapping at my heels Begging me to train them I have set...

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Thirst

Rob ClarkJuly 29, 2019

Thirst written by: Rob Clark @oldschoolrob197 There's an appetite beneath Grabs you inside, deep Until satisfied, you're denied sleep. Can't si...

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The Other

SpillwordsMay 5, 2019

The Other a poem by Rosario Castellanos Why say the names of gods, stars, spray from an invisible ocean or pollen from the farthest gardens? If lif...

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Let’s Fight Poverty

AidaNovember 29, 2018

Let’s Fight Poverty written by: Aida Our third world country suffered most from hunger, homelessness and being jobless. Poor, unsanitary dwelling ...

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I Want. . .

Christine E. RaySeptember 4, 2018

I Want. . . written by: Christine E. Ray @Christabelle666 I want. . . I whisper to empty rooms air so chilly that words float ghostly moths fro...

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Squirrel Cheeks

Aurora KastaniasJuly 26, 2018

Squirrel Cheeks written by: Aurora Kastanias He was famished hunger embodied To many solely an idea, unempirical concept, To him a physically painfu...

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Just A Moment Longer

Beth TremaglioMarch 17, 2018

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I haven't written about Connecticut in some time but not much has changed. This is a personal write for me. I know this child pe...

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The Son Of The Forest

Latha Prem SakhyaMarch 12, 2018

The Son of the Forest written by: Latha Prem Sakhya @LSakhya Oh, you Demons Why did you kill him? What provoked you to this bestiality Alien ...

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Tierra Desgarrada

Eduardo EscalanteSeptember 26, 2017

Tierra Desgarrada written by: Eduardo Escalante @eescalantegomez (EN LA FRONTERA ENTRE GRECIA Y MACEDONIA) Tierra de antaño recorrida, huella sobr...

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REFLECTIONS

Dilip MohapatraNovember 29, 2016

REFLECTIONS written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo When you look at a piece of stale bread discarded so generously by a benevolent soul into the d...

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The Hungering

Lucretia T. KnightAugust 25, 2016

The Hungering written by: Lucretia T. Knight @LucretTKnight Sometimes we hunger for an unknown meal. The stirring for something substantial and nouri...

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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 ...