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SHELF LIFE

Dilip MohapatraMay 13, 2019

SHELF LIFE written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo Immortality is just a concept an attempt to fool yourself about your invincibility at best ...

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The Borgia Girl

Loretta BarnardJune 11, 2018

The Borgia Girl written by: Loretta Barnard @loretta_barnard Evening spreads its dusky cloak across the sky The heady scent of lavender fills the ai...

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Que Afán

Jose A GomezMarch 29, 2018

Que Afán a poem by written by: José A Gómez Que afán que afinación, tan solo me he percatado de la verdad de mi existencia, de la mentira que hemos...

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What do you Know About Her?

Selena G.September 22, 2016

What do you Know About Her? written by: Selena G. @selenaangel1011 Age 16: incident happened Age 17: Rumors started going around high school that s...

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A Message to E

Don KnowlesJuly 20, 2016

A message to E written by: Don Knowles @DonKnowles3 Here's the truth Is what you can expect From my heart From my intellect The person I have evolve...

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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 ...