mission Archives - Spillwords

Home

mission

Mission December

Leena Auckel·December 20, 2021

Mission December written by: Leena Auckel Elvin pressed the sanitiser bottle and two dollops of clear glittery...

English Literature Christmas

·4 mins read

Midnight’s Mistress

Bree Leto·October 20, 2021

Midnight’s Mistress written by: Bree Leto Howling wind ice biting the ankles of steady steps Midnight missions...

Poetry Halloween English

·1 min read

The Ray

Nafisa Shabbir·July 9, 2021

The Ray written by: Nafisa Shabbir A truant ray peeped out The distant clouds thundered It drew...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Doing My Duty

C H Elton·July 8, 2021

Doing My Duty written by: C H Elton @sdc130764 It’s extremely tough being in the heat of...

Literature English Featured Post

·18 mins read

Wyzwanie

Józefa Ślusarczyk-Latos·May 6, 2021

Wyzwanie written by: Józefa Ślusarczyk-Latos Poetka nie rozbiera się do naga nie wychodzi na wybieg nie pozuje...

Poetry Polish International

·1 min read

Celts and the Mad Goddess Chapter IX

P.C. Darkcliff·May 4, 2021

Celts and the Mad Goddess Chapter IX written by: P.C. Darkcliff @P_C_Darkcliff Horeus had been close to...

Celts and the Mad Goddess P.C. Darkcliff English Literature

·7 mins read

Masked

Salam Adejoke·February 15, 2021

Masked written by: Salam Adejoke Faceless god; thou unknown, In the quest for you many has fallen...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star

Charles R. Bucklin·February 9, 2021

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star written by: Charles R. Bucklin “He didn’t have to die,” I said to...

Literature English

·3 mins read

A Revolution

Aurora Kastanias·October 12, 2020

A Revolution written by: Aurora Kastanias They tell me in man lies the source of evils as...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Pied Piper

Marina Sofia·August 25, 2020

Pied Piper written by: Marina Sofia @MarinaSofia8 She kicked off her high heels as soon as she got...

English Literature

·1 min read

A Worldwide Pandemic Poetry

Marian Wood·April 13, 2020

A Worldwide Pandemic Poetry written by: Marian Wood @MarianEWood The state of the world, the state of...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Winter’s Purity

Boris Simonovski·March 11, 2020

Winter’s Purity written by: Boris Simonovski @VolkashinPoet Snowflakes depart from the sky, waste hours as I watch...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Survival Challenge

James H Dobbins, PhD·February 27, 2020

Survival Challenge written by: James H Dobbins, PhD They approached the house early next morning. Moving in...

Worldwide Corona

Sophia Behal·February 24, 2020

Worldwide Corona written and performed by: Sophia Behal Worldwide corona. Corona you are strong. Person after person...

English Poetry

·1 min read

MEET SPILLWORDS SANTA

The wait is over! Introducing Rebel Claus, the ultimate Spillwords Christmas Santa, shaped by your festive imagination and votes.

Rebel Claus, a fierce, edgy version of St. Nick crafted in the depths of Santa’s Workshop with a flair for the unconventional. Dressed in a bold red coat with leather accents, riding a custom motorcycle, and wielding a candy cane staff, he’s equal parts holiday cheer and untamed adventure. He’s here to shake up the season in style.

CLICK ON THE PHOTO to see him in all his glory and join us in celebrating our 12 Days of Christmas series in style.

Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

Features

Interviews

mission