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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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MONSTER

TM DiSarroOctober 12, 2019

MONSTER written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro In the end it doesn’t even matter* The world’s a stage Still waiting for a show The monster is still cha...

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First Monster

Angie BrockerAugust 30, 2019

First Monster written by: Angie Brocker @angie_brocker You've created a monster And set it free But it will never leave you The monster is me I w...

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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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The Gray River Bridge Incident

Doug DonnanJune 20, 2019

The Gray River Bridge Incident written by: Doug Donnan Southwest Missouri / The Springfield Plateau Region / 2019 “Well, sheriff it’s kinda’ hard...

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The Reckoning (River of Pain)

Jose A. TovarJune 3, 2019

The Reckoning (River of Pain) written by: Jose A. Tovar While I slept While I dreamt Deep within my core From within my soul Manifest hatred aros...

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Turf Monster

Raphfael WormgeMay 7, 2019

Turf Monster written by: Raphfael Wormge Reaching, Grabbing Swiping at feet; To feed a hunger That needs quenching. Here and there, Everywhere; ...

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Felt Like A Monster

Linda M. CrateApril 5, 2019

felt like a monster written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe i'm sorry i hurt you never meant to make you cry, and i understand there were good ...

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The Kraken And Captain Cutch

Bruce RoweNovember 12, 2018

The Kraken and Captain Cutch written by: Bruce Rowe Cradled in long rotting arms, the schooner violently rocked as saltwater washed over its sides. ...

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Stitched To Every Piece

Geovanni VillafañeOctober 19, 2018

Stitched To Every Piece written by: Geovanni Villafañe @RezZureKtedPoeT I'm bits and pieces of many instances. Each carried on with individual pers...

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The Skin I’m In

Christine E. RaySeptember 24, 2018

The Skin I’m In written by: Christine E. Ray @Christabelle666 I am not easy in this skin this ill-fitting suit of normalcy sags in some places is ...

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My Siblings’ Father

Judge BurdonSeptember 17, 2018

My Siblings' Father written by: Judge Burdon other children feared monsters under their bed i feared the one living under our roof. his hair was nim...

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THE SOUL OF A CHILD

Satis ShroffAugust 14, 2018

THE SOUL OF A CHILD written by: Satis Shroff @SatisShroff1 They called me the ‘harelip monster’ at school, And the schoolkids kicked me down the...

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Amor Que Mata

Iranilton MarcolinoJuly 17, 2018

Amor Que Mata written by: Iranilton Marcolino @iraniltonmarcol Não tenho consciência desse ato. Não me lembro de ter segurado o pescoço dela com ta...

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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 ...