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The Settings of The Sun

Andrea Myinga·July 29, 2020

The Settings of The Sun written by: Andrea Myinga Time is so gracious not, Those jiffies, it...

English Poetry

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On My Birthday

Elke Margaretta·July 26, 2020

On My Birthday written by: Elke Margaretta October 22 For a while there, I didn’t think she’d...

Literature English

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All About Us

Rubab Abdullah·July 18, 2020

All About Us written by: Rubab Abdullah With every passing year Becoming wrinkled So many memories I...

Poetry English

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Dying A Little

Ximena Escobar·July 17, 2020

Dying A Little (A Poem For Noah) written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin Dying a little is the...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Pale Thoughts

Nnane Ntube·July 16, 2020

Pale Thoughts written by: NNANE NTUBE @NnaneNtube O what can man do? Life’s no life, Sitting and...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Summer Lie

Joni Caggiano·July 11, 2020

Summer Lie written by: Joni Caggiano @theinnerchild1 laughter, like sand sticks to us an opening in my...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Chip Away

prikcab (Ian Perlman)·June 29, 2020

Chip Away written by: Ian Perlman (prikcab) a life set afire embers burning faster than tears tears...

Poetry English

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POND II

John L. Stanizzi·June 22, 2020

POND II 9.9.2019 written by: John L. Stanizzi 9.9.19 10.13 a.m. 67 degrees 🙦 Rest in Peace,...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Blue Wolves Move In An Indigo Wood

Eric Robert Nolan·June 7, 2020

Blue Wolves Move In An Indigo Wood written by: Eric Robert Nolan “Show me a sane man...

The Coroner’s Gurney

Freya North·June 7, 2020

The Coroner’s Gurney written by: Freya North @FreyaNorth2 “I did my research” the young man sighed, “hanging...

Literature English

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Starry Night

Jim Bates·May 26, 2020

Starry Night written by: Jim Bates I was five when my parents were killed in a car...

English Literature

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My Heart In A Bottle

Ash Douglas·May 22, 2020

My Heart In A Bottle written by: Ash Douglas @The_PunAsher Like a bottle in a vast ocean… I’m...

Poetry English

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My Lucky Penny

Tess M Shepherd·May 20, 2020

My Lucky Penny written by: Tess M Shepherd As soon as we step from my car I...

English Literature

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Chained

Christine E. Ray·May 19, 2020

Chained written by: Christine E. Ray @ChristineERay66 silken strands and spun steel compose the knotted memory that...

Poetry English

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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