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Midnight Walk

Ann Christine TabakaNovember 16, 2019

Midnight Walk written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris It was around midnight, but isn’t that usually when darkness plays its evil hand? I cou...

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Spooky Festivities

EugeniaOctober 24, 2019

Spooky Festivities written by: Franci Eugenia Hoffman @riccikeeper Oh, the wind how it wails a lonely dog howls through the night competing with s...

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Death’s Kiss

Verona JonesOctober 19, 2019

Death's Kiss written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Hanging low in the midnight sky a pregnant scarlet-hued moon bore silent witness to the sce...

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Always You

Aishwarya ChauhanSeptember 25, 2019

Always You written by: Aishwarya Chauhan Outside of the windows The white layer of snow The cold wind blows Temperature is low In our bedroom ...

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That Was Then, This Is Now

Christine E. RayAugust 5, 2019

That Was Then, This Is Now written by: Christine E. Ray @Christabelle666 i used to worry that others would finally see the truth of me my midnight ...

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Midnight Moon

John R CobbJune 21, 2019

Midnight Moon written by: John R. Cobb @john_r_cobb Behold, midnight moon Casting nocturnal shadow Vanquished at sunrise...

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After The Stroke of Midnight

Ann Christine TabakaOctober 27, 2018

After The Stroke of Midnight written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris After the stroke of midnight when most are fast asleep into the ancient ...

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Blue Moon

Charlie BottleOctober 8, 2018

Blue Moon written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle Midnight embraces ships on dark seas in dark shaded hands it holds them, in silver streaked m...

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Midnight City Mist

RhymeRulaDecember 23, 2017

Midnight City Mist written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula Walking through a midnight city mist The streets are awake as it speaks with its volume am...

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MIDNIGHT CALL

Kabir DebOctober 21, 2017

MIDNIGHT CALL written by: Kabir Deb She called him at midnight Sobbing, not sleeping, which often happened Eye liner she gave now started to flow L...

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Midnight

Josie DeeMarch 4, 2017

Midnight written by: Josie Dee @Josi3_dee Midnight, my old friend, it's not been so long - This morning, and the last - these past days have gone, Re...

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As Midnight Strikes

Anne GDecember 31, 2016

As Midnight Strikes written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth As midnight strikes we raise our cups deep in thought with reverie We conjure up a...

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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 ...