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Seeing Through Vapors

AsceticquillOctober 11, 2019

Seeing Through Vapors written by: Asceticquill I float in a onyx ember ocean casting away vigilance, like pennies in a well compromising my enemi...

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Rainbow

Claude SeguyAugust 13, 2019

Rainbow written by: Claude Seguy Sitting on a green field among the daisies, The poppies, The dandelions’ hair the summer breeze ruffles, And corps...

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Threading Happiness

Fotoula ReynoldsJuly 12, 2019

Threading Happiness written by: Fotoula Reynolds Take me back again To simpler times When days smiled Upon the earth And children laughed Without...

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End of Refugee Rainbow

Sultana RazaJune 23, 2019

End of Refugee Rainbow written by: Sultana Raza Rode endlessly admin’s merry-go-round, Eternally waited for the case to be resolved. For weren’t the...

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SALT AND PEPPER

Dilip MohapatraJune 4, 2019

SALT AND PEPPER written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo They surely make a lovely pair the dark and the fair so stark in contrast yet they sing ...

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Driftwood

CamilleMay 7, 2019

Driftwood written by: Camille @gowerrichelle75 Man is born unto the rainbow of opportunity. The dazzling palate before him as he draws his first i...

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Shock

Tasos KyrtasoglouMay 6, 2019

Shock written by: Tasos Kyrtasoglou Unknown writer, a wasted figure in a cold white nursing home cell. Red sore in the arm, a dismal buoy ...

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I Flew With You

Katy SantiffApril 23, 2019

I Flew With You written by: Katy Santiff Small hidden songs, etchings by brooding larks who message on dozens of white birch barks and li...

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World Falls

Shawn M. KlimekApril 14, 2019

World Falls written by: Shawn M. Klimek Rudy told me he had discovered his passion for history and travel during his Sophomore year of college in Rome...

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…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Rainbows”)

Phyllis P. ColucciMarch 31, 2019

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Rainbows") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one ...

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RAINBOW

Ibrahim "dreezy" IdrisDecember 17, 2018

RAINBOW written by: Ibrahim "dreezy" Idris Rainbows share our story As we fell inches from glory Hoping to rewrite history On a levelled ground ...

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The Little Black Cat

Robyn MacKinnonOctober 28, 2018

The Little Black Cat found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat the little black cat went over the Rainbow Bridge lightning and thunder ...

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What Will You Find At The End Of A Rainbow?

John BaverstockMarch 14, 2018

What Will You Find At The End Of A Rainbow? written by: JOHN BAVERSTOCK Not every cloud, Has a silver lining, Tis yet to be established That a pot ...

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Airplanes And Double Rainbows

Robyn MacKinnonJuly 30, 2017

Airplanes and Double Rainbows found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat wanted to watch planes double-complete rainbow tho Emotionally...

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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 ...