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Twilight Market

Charlie BottleNovember 16, 2019

Twilight Market written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle I am the worthless one anna coin, that you lost without ever missing me, while the hawk...

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XO Euphoria

Pat CantinNovember 9, 2019

XO Euphoria written by: Pat Cantin The world stops, euphoria sets in I go numb with the craving again The kind of hunger that leaves you in a st...

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Stumbling

Fotoula ReynoldsNovember 7, 2019

Stumbling written by: Fotoula Reynolds After the love-storm Passion beyond delirium Becomes a ruthless falsity And lust without urgency has The so...

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Hunt of The Damphyr

Linda M. CrateOctober 27, 2019

hunt of the damphyr written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe the blood moon sings all hallow's eve has arrived magic dances all around the thinn...

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Spectres Amongst Us

Mike TurnerOctober 21, 2019

Spectres Amongst Us written by: Mike Turner @SchoonerSkipper Ghosts of past unpunished crimes Stalk our waking nightmares Specters here amongst us ...

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Syllogims of Lust, poetry written by Gabriela M at Spillwords.com

Syllogism of Lust

Gabriela MSeptember 24, 2019

Syllogism of Lust written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 I follow you onto old streets hermetic sealers, principles of dark alchemy, the name of you a...

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Encounter with an African Goddess

RhymeRulaAugust 29, 2019

Encounter with an African Goddess written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula The sky ebbed and flowed Curious winds centered my focus Feebl...

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Seed and Man

Tebatjo MalakaAugust 9, 2019

Seed and Man written by: Tebatjo Malaka @RSeedOfAbraham There is earnest wisdom to adore, In a tiny seed that slips ‘neath the soil, Then one from ...

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Speak of The Devil

K.H.July 18, 2019

Speak of The Devil written by: K.H. Speak of the Devil Look who just walked into the room The face that haunts me in my sleep A face I cannot def...

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She Makes Me Wonder

RhymeRulaJuly 8, 2019

She Makes Me Wonder written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula Gentle touch as echoes pass Remnants of the night fell softly like feathery petals many...

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Carnage

Art BlacktoothMay 9, 2019

Carnage written by: Art Blacktooth It is no strange fate we stand here before each other, two distant fires burning with unchained fury, a longing f...

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Consumed

Stanley W. ShuraMay 8, 2019

Consumed written by: Stanley W. Shura The infinite dark wields its paint brush. It strikes me with mean ungentleness. My legs disappear with each pa...

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Forgotten In The Port Of Naples

Gabriela MApril 8, 2019

Forgotten in The Port of Naples written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 this summer meet me in the Port of Naples in humid nights inside the Palace of ...

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All Hands On Deck

Shawn M. KlimekFebruary 28, 2019

All Hands On Deck written by: Shawn M. Klimek When Tina felt her tan line traced By tender fingers on her waist Beside her string bikini knot: She ...

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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 ...