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California Poppies

Fotoula ReynoldsApril 22, 2019

California Poppies written by: Fotoula Reynolds She fell to her knees Opened her wings Forgiveness flourished The spell was broken The notion of t...

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Jezioro Nadziei

Joachim NeanderOctober 28, 2018

Jezioro nadziei written by: Joachim Neander Z cyklu „Dla Elizy” inspirowanego Beethovenem jestem jeziorem górskim na słonecznych falach tańczą...

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The Mysterious Gardener

TM ArkoApril 1, 2018

The Mysterious Gardener written by: TM Arko At the dawn of desolation The darkest of time There was a mysterious gardener He plowed the soil of sou...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

They Call My Name

Jack Wolfe FrostMarch 16, 2018

They Call My Name written by: Jack Wolfe Frost @JackWolfeWriter In the black night of my soul, they beckon me, possess me, They call my name; they...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Invader (Be Careful)

RhymeRulaMarch 8, 2018

Invader (Be Careful) written by: RhymeRula @IamtheRhymeRula Verse 1 She said she had no love left in her heart because one day when she was y...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

True Believer

Megha SoodFebruary 22, 2018

True Believer written by: Megha Sood @meghasood16 And what makes you a true believer and ardent keeper of the faith follower of all the rules ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

A Wife

RidhiJanuary 27, 2018

A Wife written by: Ridhi Seeing us fight, she becomes happy She doesn't know, when it comes down there, She has only changed your nappy She makes u...

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A Change of Heart

Dr Usha SridharDecember 21, 2017

A Change of Heart written by: Dr Usha Sridhar John was a petty thief; he earned his daily bread by robbing homes. He chose late nights, and ho...

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Pilgrimage For Redemption

Nishand VenugopalDecember 12, 2017

Pilgrimage For Redemption written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 Over 200 sloth bears are finally having a taste of freedom here in Agra Bear...

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The Sands Of Many Houses

Mark TarrenOctober 10, 2017

The Sands of Many Houses written by: Mark Tarren I I was born just outside Paris, Texas on videocassette inside a room full of smoke. Just out...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

Trials Of Faith

AaliyahOctober 5, 2017

Trials Of Faith written by: Aaliyah @aaliyah.lenyora For a moment my faith shook, The trials I endured... Pushed me to a path, That could break me...

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THE WARRIOR’S WIFE

Ayushman JamwalAugust 21, 2017

THE WARRIOR'S WIFE written by: Ayushman Jamwal @Jamwalthefirst He stumbles through the trees smearing them red, His sword still burns with the screa...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Lady Sofia’s Nightingale

LadyLilyJuly 3, 2017

Lady Sofia's Nightingale written by: LadyLily @AFairymary My saviour! Benevolent Lady Autumnus honours me. Onyx orbs, presented on star shaped leaf...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Son, Cast Down

James BellApril 18, 2017

Son, Cast Down written by: James Bell @jbell_counsel You remorselessly gave heart break the runaround You caused our world erratically to spin round...

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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 ...