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Schtick

Dan Leicht·November 6, 2017

Schtick written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk “Each day is the same schtick,” he said, sitting with his...

English Poetry

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Ten Years Ago

Heidi Baker·November 5, 2017

Ten Years Ago written by: Heidi Baker @heidib19 We’ve just moved into our RV. We’re living the...

English Literature

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I Have Seen

Beth Tremaglio·November 4, 2017

I have seen written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth I have seen works of kindness be unkind. I...

Featured Post Beth Tremaglio Poetry English

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Writing Is The Easy Part

John Patrick Robbins·October 27, 2017

Writing Is The Easy Part written by: John Patrick Robbins I remember you asked me long ago,...

Poetry English

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Love Never Found

Mike Washburn·October 26, 2017

Love Never Found written by: Mike Washburn From the very first time I saw her, I knew...

English Poetry

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October

Genie Nakano·October 13, 2017

October written by: Genie Nakano @genieyogini A depression sets in every October. This is the month my...

Poetry English

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The Worst: Episode 3 – Was I Really The Worst?

thePoeticpiper·October 2, 2017

The Worst: Episode 3 Was I Really The Worst? written by: thePoeticpiper @thePoeticpiper Love is too deep...

Poetry English

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Returning Home

Beth Tremaglio·September 30, 2017

Returning Home written by: Beth Tremaglio @TremaglioBeth “A bomb set off in another country will explode...

English Beth Tremaglio Poetry

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Después De Las Diez

Jose A Gomez·September 21, 2017

Después De Las Diez a short story written by: José A Gómez Que gran injusticia, que desfachatez,...

Literature Jose A Gomez Spanish

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Pilgrimage Of Despair

Camille·September 13, 2017

Pilgrimage Of Despair written by: Camille @gowerrichelle75 From the first faltering moments of awareness The eerie, haunting...

English Poetry

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Foreseeing Forever

Brian Wayne Smith·September 11, 2017

Foreseeing Forever written by: Brian Wayne Smith @briansmith3575 Tomorrow may not come for me. I’m still foreseeing...

English Poetry

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Marty

Phyllis P. Colucci·September 10, 2017

Marty written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot The mass was quick, and the family priest was kind....

Phyllis P. Colucci English Literature

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E Se Não Te Vejo?

Iranilton Marcolino·September 3, 2017

E se não te vejo? written by: Iranilton Marcolino @iraniltonmarcol O meu olhar estava fixado no rosto...

International Portuguese Poetry

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Have A Good One

Dan Leicht·September 2, 2017

Have A Good One written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Up at 5am, key in the ignition by...

English Featured Post Poetry

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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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