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Beyond Love

Charles DavidOctober 14, 2019

Beyond Love written by: Charles David The ocean dances and the sky o'er in apparition gaily Breaks in nature's decloak to reveal the surge of night...

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The Long Good Night

Elizabeth BartonOctober 1, 2019

The Long Good Night written by: Elizabeth Barton @DestinyAngel25 Sinking into the long good night Warmed by a lover's extravagant kiss, His ...

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Home

Immortal MagpieSeptember 30, 2019

Home written by: Immortal Magpie We sit together, he and I On the faded couch Slouching under a threadbare blanket Shivering in a shabby motel room...

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Lovers without love

Gabriela MAugust 23, 2019

lovers without love written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 you, quest of lovers without love your unrelenting islands beaten by the wind-blown sand th...

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Footsteps

Eoghan LyngAugust 2, 2019

Footsteps written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng A blissful whispered Kafka point Serenades the pittered ground That sounds the path the ventured walk...

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Incendiary

Ayo GutierrezJuly 26, 2019

Incendiary written by: Ayo Gutierrez Stars aligned, destinies contrived A million permutations exist and yet No matter how bespoke odds may fall ...

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Fragrant Reminiscence

JayMApril 5, 2019

Fragrant Reminiscence written by: JayM But a whisper time travelled, A sharp intake of receding timelines, Of fireflies in flight, On a new moons ...

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First Date

Catherine McCabeMarch 18, 2019

First Date written by: Catherine McCabe Excitement holds me neatly folded in tentacles of bliss and until the day we get to meet - this little se...

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Triolets

Gabriela MFebruary 26, 2019

Triolets written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 “I wish to see you walk through the Arco de Elvira, to find out your name and shed a tear.” - Federico ...

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Future Mistakes

James BellDecember 26, 2018

Future Mistakes written by: James Bell @jbell_counsel Devil forced our busted hand We never dreamt how the lovelorn deck would land Inner demon...

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Matsushima

Tim GardinerOctober 21, 2018

Matsushima written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 A pregnant moon rises above the bay, illuminating limestone islands. My boat weaves in and out of...

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Lover’s Point

Nerisha KemrajOctober 2, 2018

Lover's Point written by: Nerisha Kemraj Elizabeth stared at the sky; bursting with beautiful hues from the rising sun. She loved how the reds meshe...

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Our Love Song

AidaOctober 2, 2018

Our Love Song written by: Aida Nostalgic moments sparks when two lovers, played their love song. Heart beats, in fluctuations of tempo, enticed, lo...

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BALLAD OF ROMA

Sham Kumar MongerSeptember 24, 2018

BALLAD OF ROMA written by: Sham Kumar Monger @sham_monger The day was friendly when they met The killer smiles what they traded----- Within thems...

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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 ...