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The Candy Store On Queens Boulevard

Anita G. GormanNovember 8, 2019

The Candy Store On Queens Boulevard written by: Anita G. Gorman @aggorman In the 1940s on Queens Boulevard near my house in Elmhurst, Queens, there s...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

Please Forgive Us

Don KnowlesOctober 26, 2019

Please Forgive Us written by: Don Knowles @DonKnowles3 Please forgive us There in the future If you’re capable of deciphering this Maybe I’ll bu...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Writing For The Mentally Disturbed 101.2

RayFedOctober 18, 2019

Writing For The Mentally Disturbed 101.2 written by: RayFed @MrRayFed There are three types of people in this world. The "I AM's" and the "I WAS" a...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

Blue Plastic Pool

Kelli J GavinOctober 16, 2019

Blue Plastic Pool written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin My mother sat for hours in the front yard She would pull a folding lawn chair Up to the ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Photographs

Tylia FloresOctober 16, 2019

Photographs written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 So caught up in my own mind, I could barely catch dime, As I sit here looking at the phot...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Echoes From The Grave

Olusegun M. LawalSeptember 30, 2019

Echoes From The Grave written by: Olusegun M. Lawal Listen gently my lovely flower For I deem it fit to wither through the time. Silencing the voi...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Riding Shotgun

Roger TurnerSeptember 28, 2019

Riding Shotgun written by: Roger Turner @titansdad I remember riding shotgun between my ma and pa mom had on the radio dad chewed on his chaw I a...

EnglishPoetry3 min read

My Hidden Desires

Hemu AggarwalSeptember 28, 2019

My Hidden Desires written by: Hemu Aggarwal @hemuaggarwal15 My drained efforts to dig out my bones, and see deep scars healed as yet. My fizzled eff...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Trace

Jenny MiddletonSeptember 23, 2019

Trace written by: Jenny Middleton Despite dying and so bewildering all space around us your trace follows close; a powder trail through the minutiae...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Insidious

Immortal MagpieAugust 31, 2019

Insidious written by: Immortal Magpie Insidiously You weave your web of lies Gossamer strands of falsification Strive to imprison me once more A m...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Carry On, My Wayward Son

RayFedAugust 1, 2019

Carry On, My Wayward Son written by: RayFed @MrRayFed If we are always constantly growing and learning, I wonder what it is I am learning. What wil...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Games Of Hopscotch

Dianne MoritzJuly 16, 2019

Games Of Hopscotch written by: Dianne Moritz In the days of innocence and Eisenhower, most girls would play their games of hopscotch. Jay-walking to...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Final Edit

Debra Sasak RossJuly 16, 2019

Final Edit written by: Debra Sasak Ross She edits her life accordingly Deleting Unfriending Removing obstacles along the way Envisioning a better ...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Baseball Echoes

Roger TurnerJuly 9, 2019

Baseball Echoes written by: roger turner @titansdad Does anyone remember when Baseball fields were full When you always saw a hundred kids pitch W...

EnglishFeatured PostPoetry2 min read

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 ...

Frost At Midnight by Spillwords
(November 17, 2019)

Jailbreak by Robyn MacKinnon
(November 17, 2019)

Echo… by Gosha Kulisiewicz
(November 17, 2019)

Music For The Body and Soul by Michael Natt
(November 17, 2019)

The Sleeze Who Did Not Freeze by P.C. Darkcliff
(November 17, 2019)

And The Bough Will Break by Tammy M Darby
(November 17, 2019)

Wild Flower by mdtaslim
(November 18, 2019)

The Holy Universe Needs Recharging by Tristan Cody
(November 18, 2019)

A Letter by Bogpan
(November 18, 2019)

past

The Candy Store On Queens Boulevard

Please Forgive Us

Writing For The Mentally Disturbed 101.2

Blue Plastic Pool

Photographs

Echoes From The Grave

Riding Shotgun

My Hidden Desires

Trace

Insidious

Carry On, My Wayward Son

Games Of Hopscotch

Final Edit

Baseball Echoes

Spotlight On Writers – Sergio A. Ortiz

Twilight Market

Midnight Walk

I Stood On The Water

It’s Not Real

Villages Apart

Not The End

Spring Was Late This Year

Coup of The Vascular Colony