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That Which Is Gold

Shelly WilsonJuly 12, 2019

That Which Is Gold written by: Shelly Wilson @ShellyWilsonDQK Gold is found in many gems That often steals the heart of men For it is found a preci...

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My Path Runs Ahead Of Me And My Plans – Canto Eight

Benjamin R BrayNovember 27, 2018

My Path Runs Ahead of Me and My Plans Canto Eight written by: Benjamin R Bray @MrBray317 A higher education They called it With an ever higher pri...

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Bleak Centenary

Ian FletcherNovember 11, 2018

Bleak Centenary written by: Ian Fletcher In regiments of alphabetical lists, with initials left, surnames right, these carved names on cenotaphs ...

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IN CONCERT WITH OUR DREAMS

Allan kayiiraApril 2, 2018

IN CONCERT WITH OUR DREAMS written by: Allan Kayiira @luyakaya The pitter-patter of hasty feet on warm concrete sings a sullen song, clumsy and offb...

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Welcome

NikNikDecember 7, 2017

Welcome written by: NikNik Welcome! Welcome! What's your poison!? Think real careful before you've chosen! There's more than what you're looking for...

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I’m Evil And My Favour Has A Price

Edward Mind aka Horror KingNovember 8, 2017

I'm Evil And My Favour Has A Price written by: Edward Mind @HorrorKing1 Better think twice, 'cause I'm the evil and my favour has a price. If you...

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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 ...