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Suffragette

Alan BrittNovember 8, 2019

Suffragette written by: Alan Britt Eyes the color of moss enter a harmonica like the feral wind through Georgia pecan trees. Personality fashioned ...

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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...

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Silence Is Me

Charlie BottleJanuary 5, 2019

Silence Is Me written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle "I" am an alphabet, a complex word, that sits in silence listening, to the vacuous prattle...

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Only Sky

Casimir WojciechNovember 1, 2017

Only Sky written by: Casimir Wojciech @relicwindows A few mountains and above them is only sky. We understand this to mean that we are all floating...

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Mirror, Mirror

Nicole ChengOctober 13, 2016

Mirror, Mirror written by: Nicole Cheng @NicoleCheng13 Mirror, mirror on the wall, Will I rise up or will I fall? Mirror, mirror can you see? Am I so...

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Personality Disorder: Where The Truth Lies!

Stanley WilkinOctober 12, 2016

Personality Disorder: Where the truth lies! written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk Personality Disorder is a diagnosis formed by psychiatrists to cov...

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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 ...