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The Homeless Have No Friends

Charlie BottleAugust 30, 2019

The Homeless Have No Friends written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle I am nobody, invisible, unseen, of the lowest varna, I am stratified, dise...

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Oh Could I Raise the Darken’d Veil

SpillwordsJuly 21, 2019

Oh Could I Raise the Darken'd Veil written by: Nathaniel Hawthorne Oh could I raise the darken’d veil, Which hides my future life from me, Could unb...

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Watercourses

Aurora KastaniasJuly 3, 2019

Watercourses written by: Aurora Kastanias Primeval drops concealed in meteorites cascading on a coagulating planet where temperatures dove, just e...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

For Those Who Don’t Know Chocolate!

Amirah AL- wassifDecember 27, 2018

for those who don't know chocolate! written by: Amirah Al Wassif for those who don't know chocolate the children of poverty and the sleepers in th...

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Christmas As A Kid

GrendadDecember 14, 2018

Christmas As A Kid written by: Grendad I hated Christmas as a kid And Santa Clause for what he did. He never brought toy car or boat Just socks or ...

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Let’s Fight Poverty

AidaNovember 29, 2018

Let’s Fight Poverty written by: Aida Our third world country suffered most from hunger, homelessness and being jobless. Poor, unsanitary dwelling ...

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And In The Meantime…

Steven M BairdNovember 16, 2018

And In The Meantime... written by: Steven M Baird @SMBairdOrd And now there is this. The absence of. The angry pissings at the Motel Fatigado: us a...

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Somewhere…

SamLDNNovember 7, 2018

Somewhere... written by: SamLDN "Somewhere", spoke the grey lips in the wall. Somewhere before sunrise, before the first bird crows to dawn and t...

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Side Of Life And Death

Eliza SegietNovember 4, 2018

Side of Life and Death written by: Eliza Segiet translated by: Artur Komoter People on the right, Jews on the left. Her sister was caught into ...

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Song Of The Daughter Of A Mortuary Worker

Archana Bahadur ZutshiOctober 19, 2018

Song of the Daughter of a Mortuary Worker written by: Archana Bahadur Zutshi I am married, now that I have a husband to keep me warm, I no longer s...

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Juxtaposed Realities

Mehreen AhmedOctober 17, 2018

Juxtaposed Realities written by: Mehreen Ahmed @MehreenAhmed2 On a chilled grey dawn, I hear a call out. I get out of bed fumbling, and reach for m...

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Squirrel Cheeks

Aurora KastaniasJuly 26, 2018

Squirrel Cheeks written by: Aurora Kastanias He was famished hunger embodied To many solely an idea, unempirical concept, To him a physically painfu...

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Sunless Mornings

George Gad EconomouMay 31, 2018

Sunless Mornings written by: George Gad Economou I People carrying grocery bags filled with all necessities—and sometimes unnecessary luxuries—ke...

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Education! Education! Education?

Paul Anthony ObeyMay 16, 2018

Education! Education! Education? written by: Paul Anthony Obey @TheInvisiblePo1 The able ringfence the need of their own, The needy receive what t...

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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 ...