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The Cocoon

Sofia KioroglouNovember 7, 2019

The Cocoon written by: Sofia Kioroglou Some lazy silkworms woke up this morning After a protracted period of hibernation They set to work to weave...

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Del Trecho Al Hecho

Anne GJune 26, 2019

Del Trecho Al Hecho written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth caminar hacia la Idea visto aunque escasamente percibida futuro en la mirada concepcion vizual...

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A Non-Written Poem

Jack Wolfe FrostApril 12, 2019

A Non-Written Poem written by: Jack Wolfe Frost @JackWolfeWriter I’d write a poem but procrastination gets always in my way, So I sit here on my but...

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Nace La Idea

Jose A GomezApril 7, 2019

Nace La Idea written by: José A Gómez De lo mas profundo del pensamiento infinito nace la idea ecuánime de lo que llamaremos amor concepto que toma ...

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…On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (“Doll”)

Phyllis P. ColucciDecember 30, 2018

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Doll") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one senten...

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…On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (“Silence”)

Phyllis P. ColucciNovember 25, 2018

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Silence") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one s...

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…On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (“Shadow”)

Phyllis P. ColucciSeptember 30, 2018

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Shadow") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one se...

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Configuración De Una Idea

Jose A GomezSeptember 9, 2018

Configuración De Una Idea written by: José A Gómez Que difícil a sido la configuración de esa idea corriendo por mi mente sin parar para definirl...

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…On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (“Books”)

Phyllis P. ColucciAugust 26, 2018

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Books") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one sen...

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…On Poetry and Fiction – Just “One Word” Away (“Loneliness”)

Phyllis P. ColucciMay 13, 2018

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Loneliness") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one se...

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Meat

Ricky HawthorneMay 10, 2018

Meat written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames Mmm, butter, burning in the pan, a Melted pool casting waves of promise, that Nestle in my nose, soon...

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No Eye In Moon

Gavin HaycockJuly 31, 2017

No Eye In Moon written by: Gavin Haycock @poetry_pieces Gatling gun blast through a keyhole out of the mind's eye mainlining, redlining arc light...

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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 ...