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The $80 Champion

Pete BlackMay 15, 2020

The $80 Champion written by: Pete Black February 1956 – New Holland, Pennsylvania It was a snowy afternoon in the small town – the location of th...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

OMENA

Victor FeinApril 22, 2020

OMENA written by: Vitor Fein We met while visiting an art store far north in Michigan. We had dropped our son off at a volleyball camp where he...

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Shopping

Michal ReibenbachApril 21, 2020

Shopping written by: Michal Reibenbach 15.03. 2020 - One week into the Pandemic Seeing the parking lot around the entrance of the supermarket is ...

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Interview With Myself

Frank GeigerApril 7, 2020

Interview With Myself written by: Frank Geiger INTERVIEWER: Are you ready for this? AUTHOR: &nbs...

EnglishLiterature11 min read

She and The Beast

Sunita PaulMarch 18, 2020

She and The Beast written by: Sunita Paul Seema was doing her homework but was not at all attentive at her studies. She was just looking at the cloc...

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Coronavirus

Michal ReibenbachMarch 17, 2020

Coronavirus written by: Michal Reibenbach We are on our way home from a holiday in Cambodia, the plane is flying among the clouds. As it dips downwa...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

Hurry Back: For Agnes

Mary Ellen GambuttiFebruary 18, 2020

Hurry Back: For Agnes written by: Mary Ellen Gambutti @melcmg I position my mother’s wheelchair against the heavy table in the corner of her room. ...

EnglishLiterature8 min read

My Mrs . Gunn

GrendadFebruary 16, 2020

My Mrs. Gunn written by: Grendad My little heart sank when, after a whispered conversation between you and the teacher in front of the class, I was ca...

EnglishLiterature4 min read

From The Mouths Of Babes

Dianne MoritzFebruary 16, 2020

From The Mouths Of Babes written by: Dianne Moritz Art Linkletter said it first: kids say the darndest things. Take it from me, Art knew what he was...

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Crash - Part II, a short story by Michal Reibenbach at Spillwords.com

Crash II

Michal ReibenbachFebruary 9, 2020

Crash Part II written by: Michal Reibenbach Six weeks later. My condition has stabilized, the time has arrived for me to be transferred to the reh...

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The Summer of 86

Navdeep BhartiFebruary 4, 2020

The Summer of 86 written by: Navdeep Bharti the summer of 86 i remember we skipped school took our bicycles paddling fast away from society drifti...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

Sokolov’s Original Enactment

Jordan TretheweyFebruary 2, 2020

Sokolov's Original Enactment written by: Jordan Trethewey @bizarre_quotes This romance had a number of distinct, possible outcomes: Isabelle and I ...

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Scenes From A Kibbutz Childhood

Merav Zaks-PortalJanuary 19, 2020

Scenes From A Kibbutz Childhood written by: Merav Zaks-Portal @meravzp translated by: Denis Levin Five and a Half Pounds Spring, 1965. A baby gir...

EnglishLiterature6 min read

Crash

Michal ReibenbachJanuary 12, 2020

Crash Part I written by: Michal Reibenbach Yanna and I are sitting on my bed, leaning back on pillows. It is, after all, the most comfortable place i...

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...