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A 1000 Wounds

Bipul Banerjee ('Dusk')October 21, 2019

A 1000 Wounds written by: Bipul Banerjee @bipulbanerjee1 A thousand wounds concealed, Behind a thousand masks. A camouflage of skedaddled emoti...

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Relinquished Illusion of Us

Christina CiufoSeptember 3, 2019

Relinquished Illusion of Us written by: Christina Ciufo @ChristinaCiufo Each flicker by the candle’s flame against our faces, we are ghastly phant...

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The Beach In Our Hearts (The Drink Of Samsara)

Jose A. TovarAugust 19, 2019

The Beach In Our Hearts (The Drink Of Samsara) written by: Jose A. Tovar What is the meaning of the waves, the ocean’s waves held so closely to the...

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Treachery Of The Performance

Glen McKenzieJuly 29, 2019

Treachery Of The Performance written by: Glen McKenzie @justabitfurther the deception of theatre the mask one bears isn't the play words sentences...

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Man – An Exercise In Futility

Megha SoodJune 25, 2019

Man - An Exercise In Futility written by: Megha Sood @meghasood16 The grandiose illusion subverted by emotion the cacophony of voices dying under ...

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Memories of Paris

Sonali MajumdarApril 7, 2019

Memories of Paris written by: Sonali Majumdar Paris calls me often. An embellished city, Bedazzles my brain. I thus get derailed I think I am stil...

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Satin Chimera

Mehreen AhmedApril 3, 2019

Satin Chimera written by: Mehreen Ahmed @MehreenAhmed2 She swam on satin. Silken waters wrapped her over as she floated in the blue waters. Birds f...

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Impressions

Pat AshinzeJanuary 10, 2019

Impressions written by: Pat Ashinze a public creed teaches us that first impressions are lasting ones by which we build people’s characters, prem...

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Hallucination

Partha ChatterjeeDecember 11, 2018

Hallucination written by: Partha Chatterjee They look downward. They think that the moon has somehow dropped down at the bottom of a well. At once t...

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The Phantom

Anahit ArustamyanDecember 7, 2018

The Phantom written by: Anahit Arustamyan @anonarnune20141 I was a broken window but you got some glue. I am a phantom willow for the world's rules....

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Let Us Re-Commit Again

Sham Kumar MongerNovember 14, 2018

Let Us Re-Commit Again written by: Sham Kumar Monger @sham_monger Let us re-commit again Replaying the enlivening stound In our love-pervaded mind ...

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The Prize

Sheri M. StewartOctober 10, 2018

The Prize written by: Sheri M. Stewart Why must we play this game? Does it not always end the same? We have played it before. Must we even this sco...

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BALLAD OF ROMA

Sham Kumar MongerSeptember 24, 2018

BALLAD OF ROMA written by: Sham Kumar Monger @sham_monger The day was friendly when they met The killer smiles what they traded----- Within thems...

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Life Is Just An Illusion

Donna AfricaSeptember 17, 2018

Life Is Just An Illusion written by: Donna Africa @DonnaAfrica Every day that darkness passes my way Light just an illusion and far away For me lif...

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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 ...