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Luiz Syphre·November 1, 2018

Remember written by: Luiz Syphre @luizsyphre Remember me beloved for when you do that dead star in...

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A Desperate Plea

Greg Massey·September 27, 2018

A Desperate Plea written by: Greg Massey @PoemCrafter Find me Where stars rest high in that realm...

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One Reveal

Lyle Hutchinson·June 11, 2018

One Reveal written by: Lyle Hutchinson @hutch3713 I am a man And tonight I’d like to lay...

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Mantle

Ansul Noor·February 21, 2018

Mantle written by: Ansul Noor This cannot be happening, what have we done. We have ravaged this...

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Sermon On The Mount

lagoondry·December 2, 2017

Sermon on the Mount written by: lagoondry @Acumencode Can one not call this urge I feel a...

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A Plea To Entropy

lagoondry·November 13, 2017

A Plea To Entropy written by: lagoondry @Acumencode Daylight Blushed as it brushed Felicia’s Back: Draping Earthly...

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A Plea To The Almighty

Hersh·July 4, 2016

A Plea To The Almighty written by: Hersh @the1000thoughts Oh deity, Take away all that you can...

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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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The Mirror Did Not Come as Glass

The Devil Calls

A Letter From The Grave

An Appeal to Bad Government

Dreaming

Earth’s Letter to Humanity

Purple Lonesome

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Remember

A Desperate Plea

One Reveal

Mantle

Sermon On The Mount

A Plea To Entropy

A Plea To The Almighty

Bonfire of Resolve

Mercury

Still Standing Tall

Cast Off

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

Every Day, at Five A.M.

Zombie

Creatures of Habit

Milli-Between-Seconds

The Lonely Hour

Slowly

You’ll Be Fine