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Why Can’t I

Joan McNerneyAugust 24, 2019

Why Can't I written by: Joan McNerney become a poem drifting in cyberspace? clinging to this material world makes me weary would be so good jitter...

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Letters From the Battlefield in Kashmir

Linda ScanlanMarch 1, 2019

Letters From the Battlefield in Kashmir written by: Linda Scanlan My dear Linn - Sadly More tragedy Today such bad news to convey... De...

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Georgia, 1966

P.A. O'NeilJuly 3, 2018

Georgia, 1966 written by: P.A. O'Neil “Well, that closet’s empty.” Carrie set down the armload of dusty boxes and briskly wiped her hands again...

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Pen Friend

June JulyMarch 27, 2018

Pen Friend written by: June July @yuneyuly I was ten I had a pen friend I found her address in a Garfield comic She answered almost immediately ...

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Leftovers

Marc BrightsideAugust 30, 2017

Leftovers written by: Marc Brightside @MarcBrightside Underneath the bed frame rests a shoebox full of throwaway tat, crap prescribed a value based...

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The Postbox

Alexa CleasbyApril 4, 2017

The Postbox written by: Alexa Cleasby @Lexicon_Fuse There is a postbox they forgot. A thin red slither built into our garden wall. Sometimes ...

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Letters & Notes

Gretl FeesonFebruary 11, 2017

Letters & Notes written by: Gretl Feeson @GretlFeeson Go home all you leeches Or wait, what? Now we’re all friends There’s nothing to see here No...

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Dear My Lungs

K.D. RoseAugust 11, 2016

Dear My Lungs written by: K.D. Rose @KDRose1 Dear My Lungs, Hi. Just thought I would check in. I know you might think I pay all the attention to th...

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Home

Robbie MassoAugust 2, 2016

Home written by: Robbie Masso @robbie.masso She reads on the train that allows her to roam. Her empathy keeps her going as she stays away from home. ...

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Letters To The Unborn

Eric DanhoffJuly 28, 2016

Letters To The Unborn written by: Eric Danhoff @troubled_sleep the day I found out about you the world had shifted I felt less fake more permanent th...

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“A” Affinity

Leanne Howard KenneyJuly 27, 2016

"A" Affinity written by: Leanne Howard Kenney @neeneebucket Adroit, Acme Ameliorated America's Affliction Around Acrimonious Allegations Ab...

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Four Little Letters

Anne GAugust 30, 2015

Four Little Letters written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth The days convolve as we evolve and try to solve with firm resolve all matters that our lives...

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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 ...