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Night Walks During Quarantine

Cecilia Kennedy·July 4, 2020

Night Walks During Quarantine written by: Cecilia Kennedy @ckennedyhola The valleys lower and stretch into darkness, followed...

Literature English

·5 mins read

Gut, short story written by Jacob Greb at Spillwords.com

Gut

Jacob Greb·May 2, 2020

Gut written by: Jacob Greb The madness begins in my gut and spreads like lava through my...

Literature English

·2 mins read

Big Loud Toys

Michael Ball·May 1, 2020

Big Loud Toys written by: Michael Ball @whirred Hundreds of feet high in a tower-crane cab swivel...

Poetry English

·1 min read

SILENT NOISE

Vern Fein·January 6, 2020

SILENT NOISE written by: Vern Fein Silent night, Holy Night. Holy, not silent, slam of the inn...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Murmurs

Jacob Greb·November 12, 2019

Murmurs written by: Jacob Greb The little murmur, the one I can hear in the loudest of...

Literature English Featured Post

·4 mins read

WE’RE GOING ON A GHOST HUNT

Dianne Moritz·October 23, 2019

WE’RE GOING ON A GHOST HUNT written by: Dianne Moritz It’s Halloween! We’re going on a ghost hunt....

Halloween English Poetry

·1 min read

HungER

Rob Clark·September 29, 2019

HungER written by: Rob Clark @HangryPoet197 Inflicted again My addiction never ends Another vixen w/a pen Riddle...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Wastage

John Grey·June 17, 2019

Wastage written by: John Grey Garbage trucks again. Who needs an alarm clock? Or partying neighbors? But...

Poetry English

·1 min read

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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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