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Seclusion From Mother Earth

Chasity GainesNovember 6, 2019

Seclusion From Mother Earth written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 Forced behind four walls Enclosed on all sides Windows shut tight a few pl...

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LIVING LIKE DEAD

Anil Kumar PandaMay 15, 2018

LIVING LIKE DEAD written by: ANIL KUMAR PANDA I missed the day Again... like I do every single day Sounds of draws being pulled and pushed And pape...

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To Be Numb

Angel_Face44November 10, 2017

To Be Numb written by: AngelFace44 @AngelFace4459 No one knows. Not really. Of what it is that I endure. The daily struggle, mask firmly in place...

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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 ...