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Avoirdupois

Archit JoshiOctober 11, 2019

Avoirdupois written by: Archit Joshi @ArchitJoshi Peel death's mask away Weights of moments lost linger, Burdens of regret...

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Fluoxetine Dreams

Amel BashfordOctober 9, 2019

Fluoxetine Dreams written by: Amel Bashford I’ll be dead by the morning So please hold me till the dawn By the time you rise from your slumber My w...

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Bloodrush

Immortal MagpieJuly 30, 2019

Bloodrush written by: Immortal Magpie I want to throw myself to the wolves To lie exposed upon the wooded ground Eyes wide, staring up at the talles...

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Crazy

Susie FoughtJune 22, 2019

Crazy written by: Susie Fought She’s standing up there. Stiff. One leg throbbing. Holding the microphone like a baby bird. Backlit. Blue Neon. Large a...

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Linger

Lyle HutchinsonMay 6, 2019

Linger written by: Lyle Hutchinson @hutch3713 I linger on the scent Of your love I linger... Though I do not dwell Nor fade....

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Linger

Debbie ArutaMay 17, 2018

Linger written by: Debbie Aruta @Debbie_Aruta I’d like to let my fingers linger over your skin, to feel the pores under my touch. I’d like t...

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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 ...