New Year Archives - Spillwords

Light, Darkness, Battle, and Glory

Amanda EifertJuly 25, 2019

Light, Darkness, Battle, and Glory written by: Amanda Eifert @mandibelle16 You dawn each year ephemeral birth, The light of hope the dream of more...

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The Beard

Asad MianMarch 17, 2019

The Beard written by: Asad Mian @amian74 At the end of the year, change becomes imminent in Karachi. The crisp and fresh winter air (relative only ...

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Fine Anno

Francesco AbateDecember 31, 2018

Fine Anno written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Era ieri che al cielo alzavo i miei sogni e rapito li vedevo ascendere alle stelle; guardo a...

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Race

Kelli J GavinDecember 31, 2018

Race written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin I want to race Race into a New Year Towards adventure Towards excitement Towards the unknown I want ...

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Year End Tale Of Life

AidaDecember 31, 2018

Year End Tale Of Life written by: Aida Yes, we will all leave this earth but once... Any good deeds that I must do, I must do it now. Any opportuni...

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New Year’s Treehouse

Robyn MacKinnonDecember 30, 2018

New Year's Treehouse found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat binge eating and then like, a really big treehouse Start your year off righ...

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My New Years Spiritual Reconnection

Shawntelle MoncyFebruary 18, 2018

My New Years Spiritual Reconnection written by: Shawntelle Moncy @shawntellemoncy It’s always a good time to set new intentions and goals in your l...

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New Year

Carolina RussoJanuary 21, 2018

New Year written by: Carolina Russo @yesterdayafter1 The time is flowing away rain drops are slowly falling like tears new beginning the New Year....

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The Year That Is Gone

RidhiJanuary 2, 2018

The Year That Is Gone written by: Ridhi When the path of life takes a new turn I realise it misses a u turn There are more rough patches on the way ...

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New Year

Ann Christine TabakaDecember 31, 2017

New Year written by: Ann Christine Tabaka One year ends Another begins This old earth Turns and spins New resolutions To be made Old restitution...

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Still Year

Kay GardnerFebruary 15, 2017

still year written by: Kay Gardner @kaygardnersdp the year winds closed with winds that cease and hush the clock dies once more with intentional brea...

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As Midnight Strikes

Anne GDecember 31, 2016

As Midnight Strikes written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth As midnight strikes we raise our cups deep in thought with reverie We conjure up a...

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Auld Lang Syne

SpillwordsDecember 31, 2016

Auld Lang Syne by Robert Burns Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne! ...

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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 ...