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The Agony of War

Satis Shroff·April 26, 2021

The Agony of War written by: Satis Shroff @satisshroff21 Once upon a time there was a seventeen...

English Poetry

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The Spring Day

Sherzod Artikov·April 4, 2021

The Spring Day written by: Sherzod Artikov The reason for my three-year-old son’s caprice was that there...

Literature English

·15 mins read

Kept Himself

Paul Brookes·May 14, 2019

Kept Himself written by: Paul Brookes @PaulDragonwolf1 Kept Himself to himself. Quiet man always in sharp waistcoat...

English Poetry

·1 min read

I Could Punch Nazis

Eli Garcia·February 18, 2018

I Could Punch Nazis written by: Eli Garcia Yesterday I saw a video of some Nazis beating...

English Poetry

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The Pine Trees Of Treblinka

Nobby66·July 15, 2017

The Pine Trees Of Treblinka written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s Birds don’t peep, peep Polish pines still weep,...

English Featured Post Poetry

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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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