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The Places Which Are Mine

Linda M. CrateJuly 15, 2019

The Places Which Are Mine written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe i am a wild bird will fight talon and beak with authority against any who se...

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Birthday

Meghashri DalviMay 30, 2019

Birthday written by: Meghashri Dalvi It was bright outside when John got up. First spring flowers lent fresh colors to the garden below. Walking ...

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Dreamland

Jack Wolfe FrostMay 29, 2019

Dreamland written by: Jack Wolfe Frost @JackWolfeWriter Drowning in dreamland dry riverbed of wails, Twisted blue waters in the desert of sad tales,...

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Bucks II

RichFebruary 5, 2019

Bucks II written by: Rich @H3Richard Be a prince or Princes Risborough The Lower, Upper Icknield Way See, wander, the church at Ellesborough Whi...

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Bucks

RichDecember 29, 2018

Bucks written by: Rich @H3Richard The pride of the shire's with its rolling hills Of Fingest, Skirmett and Cobstone Mill Of The Prime Minister's ...

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I Love The Night

Suzy DaviesJune 6, 2018

I Love The Night written by: Suzy Davies @birdwriter7 I love the night, dark enclosed spaces, when the mind can wander to any places, when realit...

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Exploring Champaign

Natasha KhalidMarch 11, 2018

Exploring Champaign written by: Natasha Khalid @natashablogs Inspired by Instagram accounts and upsurging travel industry, traveling to a destinati...

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The Flow

William T FearbyNovember 15, 2017

The flow written by: William T Fearby When you first sit down to write let it flow Open up your mind and let your inhibitions go Your wor...

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Depth Charge

Gavin HaycockOctober 14, 2017

Depth Charge written by: Gavin Haycock @poetry_pieces waves of blue meteorite showers reign supreme with this spinning plateau as mercurial shafts o...

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The Sands Of Many Houses

Mark TarrenOctober 10, 2017

The Sands of Many Houses written by: Mark Tarren I I was born just outside Paris, Texas on videocassette inside a room full of smoke. Just out...

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June Road Trip

Cindy MedinaJuly 23, 2017

June Road Trip written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 Ghostly gray fronds of desert rain sweeps mountains, drops hailstones in their wake. * Lone ol...

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Other Places By The Sea

Gavin HaycockMay 24, 2017

Other places by the sea written by: Gavin Haycock @poetry_pieces now, here, by sea commas dragging as if anchors a point to make against the pull o...

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Something About Belonging

Ian MichaelFebruary 27, 2017

Something About Belonging written by: Ian Michael @IF_TheGuy You might not find use In strange places because they Weren't made for you...

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PLACES THEN AND NOW II

SpillwordsOctober 7, 2016

A window into the past and present through imagery, in black and white, and living color....

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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 ...