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Lancelot Left Home

Sue Marie St. Lee·September 7, 2020

Lancelot Left Home written by: Sue Marie St. Lee Lancelot left home today, tomorrow he’ll be found...

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My Monsters

Katy Santiff·October 28, 2019

My Monsters written by: Katy Santiff You asked me for all my monsters more. They don’t spawn somnolent...

Poetry Halloween English

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Letting Go

Dianne Moritz·May 6, 2019

Letting Go written by: Dianne Moritz Do you spit out words as you might a bite of...

Poetry English

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My Little Gypsy

Ann Christine Tabaka·March 18, 2019

My Little Gypsy written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris Fiery jade eyes pierced the night, leading me...

English Poetry

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Cat God

Robyn MacKinnon·March 10, 2019

Cat God written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat When you wake up to a semi-professional some kind of...

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Irreplaceable

refract reality·August 21, 2018

Irreplaceable written by: refract reality Cresting the familiar stairwell, to disfamiliar emptiness; no riant beacon of thrill,...

English Poetry

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An Elegy For A Little Doggie ‘Shamu’

bhargavi·August 20, 2016

An Elegy for a Little Doggie ‘Shamu’ written by: bhargavi @BhargaviArun Shamu, you dear little fellow Who knew death...

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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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