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A PERFECT MEAL

Stanley Wilkin·January 18, 2018

A PERFECT MEAL written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk I spotted the reptile beating down the tunnel and...

English Literature

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Mars

John R Cobb·December 27, 2017

Mars written by: John R. Cobb @john_r_cobb Crimson desert views Twilight skies of many hues Rising, two...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Share The Dirt

Elan Mudrow·September 16, 2017

Share The Dirt written by: Elan Mudrow @elanmudrow Once, flowers were placed in gun barrels As a...

English Poetry

·1 min read

End of Hot Day

Mark Scrivener·June 11, 2016

End of Hot Day written by: Mark Scrivener @orpheus777 Midsummer Georgica NSW End of hot day. Fierce sun...

English

·1 min read

Waiting Supernova

Em Collins·April 29, 2016

Waiting Supernova written by: Em Collins @1843miles you’re like a once every 4 ½ billion years, and i’ve...

English

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Great Planet

Deborah Jane·February 12, 2016

Great Planet An original poem by Deborah Jane This spinning sensation Creates an equation We need evolution To...

English

·1 min read

This Rock That We Live On

Anne G·August 18, 2015

This Rock That We Live On A Poem by Anne G This rock that we live on the...

Anne G English

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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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A PERFECT MEAL

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End of Hot Day

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This Rock That We Live On

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