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Tess M Shepherd·January 11, 2020

Time For Cake written by: Tess M Shepherd The key jammed in the frozen lock. Again. A...

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Maria J. Estrada·December 10, 2019

Home written by: Maria J. Estrada @drmariajestrada I will write my house out of poems Dream of...

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Aditi Dwivedi·October 7, 2019

Wait written by: Aditi Dwivedi I enter the kitchen, barefoot. The cold floor forces my toes to...

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I Burped In His Face

Robyn MacKinnon·July 21, 2019

I Burped In His Face written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat cat kept me awake I was in...

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GS. Subbu resides in Chennai, India. An engineer by qualification and a banker by profession, he retired in the year 2010. Ever since he has been writing on his blog ‘Sublimation’ and published four books – ‘I am just An Ordinary man, ‘Darkness and Beyond-A Medley of Many Lives’, ‘Autumn Leaves-Seasons of Life’ and ‘The Diary of Mrityunjay’. A collection of his poems has also been published as ‘Secrets of the Soul’. He says that having resided in various regions of India has given him the perspective and an understanding of the lives of others around him. This, he says gets translated into his books along with his own musings on life. He sticks to a simple and basic style of writing to make it more comprehensible to the reader. He has been a regular contributor at Spillwords and his article ‘Albert Camus’s The Plague and its Relevance Today’ was chosen as the publication of the month for July 2020.

The Quiet House by P.A. O’Neil

Deputy Tom Kahne took the lead, slowly mounting the steps of the front porch. His eyes swept from side to side, surveying the scene. A child’s doll on the un-swept floor, a bowl filled with balls of yarn and an unfinished project resting on a lone chair, were the only signs of habitation. Kahne furrowed his brow.
“You think something’s wrong, Tom?”
“What–no, it’s just too quiet, that’s all… Mary Morgan’s got a little girl, that’s her doll there.”
“Maybe they’re just not home,” Jake offered.
“Folks around here live in a pretty close-knit community. According to the neighbor who called, no one’s seen either Mary or her daughter for near on a week.” Tom pulled open the fragile screen door and rapped on the one underneath...

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