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The Man He Killed

SpillwordsNovember 10, 2019

The Man He Killed a poem by: Thomas Hardy "Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have sat us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! ...

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Dark and Empty

Catherine Anne MacKenzieOctober 31, 2019

Dark and Empty written by: Catherine Anne MacKenzie @grannymackenzie The carousel slowly twirled while the little horses jumped through the air in ...

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Ethel

Spero LauvierOctober 24, 2019

Ethel written by: Spero Lauvier “Ena, turn off the light, please?” Annie shouts at her twelve-year-old daughter. It’s 7 o’clock in the evening. “La...

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The Hunter

Shalini SamuelOctober 8, 2019

The Hunter written by: Shalini Samuel @sshalini2014 A grey snake with black horizontal stripes slithers behind a terracotta flowerpot – to rest bef...

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Wicked Some

RayFedSeptember 18, 2019

Wicked Some written by: RayFed @MrRayFed Of choice and chance, where thought has danced, across the darkening sky, streaked beams of lightened hope...

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Death

Jack Wolfe FrostSeptember 16, 2019

Death written by: Jack Wolfe Frost @JackWolfeWriter Steely moves the slitted glare The eyes that burn and demons dare Of deathly nights and gutted ...

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Kill Your Darlings

Mike KannerSeptember 1, 2019

Kill Your Darlings written by: Mike Kanner @MDKanner “Baroness, PLEASE!” It was not the first time that the man had this argument with the elegantl...

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Este Pais No Ha Traicionado

UslarionoAugust 25, 2019

Este País No Ha Traicionado written by: Uslariono @Uslariono Este país no ha traicionado haciendo de lo necesario, de lo mas vital, un lujo ha mat...

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Rakshasa’s Return

Jim Davis (Nobody)April 13, 2019

Rakshasa's Return written by: NOBODY Squealing children freed from the prison of 4th grade swarmed out of class to the rat-a-tat of the final school...

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Pain Control

Leanne Howard KenneyOctober 7, 2016

Pain Control written by: Leanne Howard Kenney @neeneebucket how illness it seems can KILL when i am the One That Beckons —3...

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SLOW DEATH

Dilip MohapatraMay 6, 2016

SLOW DEATH written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo You slaughter me in instalments bit by bit in stages with calculated precision and your first victim ...

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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 ...