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Rendevous At The Ritz

Nobby66·January 1, 2017

Rendevous at the Ritz written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s Wet-nosed tug on the leg of my skinny jeans...

Poetry English

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The Day The Christmas Trees Cried

Nobby66·December 20, 2016

The Day the Christmas Trees Cried written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s Hans and Gerda treating their kinder, blow...

Christmas English Poetry

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Amira, Daughter Of Aleppo

Nobby66·November 22, 2016

Amira, Daughter of Aleppo written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s U.N….N.A.T.O. majority, action-less vetoes, Western Allies deem her home...

English

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Gladiator

Nobby66·November 3, 2016

Gladiator written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s Gladiator. ...

English

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Indebted

Nobby66·August 31, 2016

Indebted written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s Too proud to think aloud, permanently followed by debt’s sodden cloud. Chromed...

English

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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Rendevous At The Ritz

The Day The Christmas Trees Cried

Amira, Daughter Of Aleppo

Gladiator

Indebted

Broken Halo Blues

Cieder Muld and the Boy

Ghost of a Christmas Past

The Leaves of Diablo

This is Our Christmas

The Spy Hiding in the Bougainvillea

The Icicle

The Great Christmas Caper

It’s You

NJ’s Surprise

Hopeless?

A Dublin Christmas