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The Krampus Carol

Roger Turner·December 2, 2025

The Krampus Carol written by: Roger Turner In cobbled towns where snowflakes bite, There prances shadow, wrong...

English Haunted Holidays Poetry

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Haunted Quarters

Christina Chin·December 2, 2025

Haunted Quarters written by: Christina Chin Five years old. She said her father was called up to...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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Christmas Cheers

Lynn White·December 2, 2025

Christmas Cheers written by: Lynn White They placed the presents carefully wrapped in bright paper beneath the...

English Poetry Haunted Holidays

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I Await

Ernest Federspiel·December 1, 2025

I Await written by: Ernest Federspiel As I sit on this beach in the Caribbean sunshine I...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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Winter’s Appalling Curse

Franci Eugenia Hoffman·December 1, 2025

Winter’s Appalling Curse written by: Franci Eugenia Hoffman a haunting sigh Ho ho forgotten winter’s chill stilled...

Poetry English Haunted Holidays

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November Dreary

Savannah E·November 30, 2025

November Dreary written by: Savannah E November 30th comes like a shadow, quiet and certain. Twenty-four days...

English Poetry

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Snowdrops

Spillwords·November 30, 2025

Snowdrops a poem by: Kenneth Slessor The Snowdrop Girl in fields of snowdrops walks, Whiter than foam,...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Trap

Shinsaku Ashida·November 29, 2025

Trap written by: Shinsaku Ashida I grew up being told that traps are set all over the...

Poetry English

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Habit

Jackie Figueroa·November 29, 2025

Habit written by: Jackie Figueroa One day One month One year later – You still linger in...

Poetry English

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I Don’t Want Their Civil War

John Neff·November 28, 2025

I Don’t Want Their Civil War written by: John Neff Most people just want to shake a...

Poetry English

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Cafe Aural

Allan Lake·November 28, 2025

Cafe Aural written by: Allan Lake In mellifluous murmur, china cup clatter, caffeine cacophony defenceless I sit...

Poetry English

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Occlusion

Mary Annie A.V.·November 28, 2025

Occlusion written by: Mary Annie A.V. The way you took me trapping my breath in yours. That...

English Poetry

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Family Recipe

Ed Sams·November 27, 2025

Family Recipe written by: Ed Sams Listen and learn, nor let it be said That men on...

Poetry English

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My Father Never Visits My Nightmares

Jemima Cohen·November 26, 2025

My Father Never Visits My Nightmares written by: Jemima Cohen I rest in gentleness, I am an...

Poetry 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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