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She and The Beast

Sunita PaulMarch 18, 2020

She and The Beast written by: Sunita Paul Seema was doing her homework but was not at all attentive at her studies. She was just looking at the cloc...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

My Mrs . Gunn

GrendadFebruary 16, 2020

My Mrs. Gunn written by: Grendad My little heart sank when, after a whispered conversation between you and the teacher in front of the class, I was ca...

EnglishLiterature4 min read

The Treasure Pool

James StraussJanuary 26, 2020

The Treasure Pool written by: James Strauss @JStraussAuthor The sun is perfect, as I stretch back on my chaise lounge and take in the colors genera...

EnglishLiterature13 min read

The Full Moon Shift

Dawn DeBraalOctober 25, 2019

The Full Moon Shift written by: Dawn DeBraal Detective Dan Lambert’s shift started out with a bang on Halloween night. Kids on the porch of old man ...

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Sugie, When You Coming to get that Turkey?

Louis GalloSeptember 25, 2019

Sugie, When You Coming to get that Turkey? written by: Louis Gallo SUGIE, WHEN YOU COMING TO GET THAT TURKEY? I’m in love with the message on my m...

EnglishPoetry3 min read

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...