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A Dark Fairy Tale

Yasmin HemmatMarch 4, 2020

A Dark Fairy Tale written by: Yasmin Hemmat She lived in a fairyland, the land of dreams, Among crimson flowers and golden streams. But the wicked m...

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Uncomfortable

K. ExumJanuary 20, 2020

Uncomfortable written by: K. Exum @k_exum I always felt uncomfortable around her Because I just didn’t know what to say She was my one true love U...

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The Death You Deserve

Linda M. CrateNovember 25, 2019

The Death You Deserve written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe you want a villain for your narrative, and so i will let the humanity in me withe...

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And The Bough Will Break

Tammy M DarbyNovember 17, 2019

And The Bough Will Break written by: Tammy M Darby When the sweet winds blow A silent ophidian Slumbers within the lifeless soul The words of hate ...

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Dark and Empty

Catherine Anne MacKenzieOctober 31, 2019

Dark and Empty written by: Catherine Anne MacKenzie @grannymackenzie The carousel slowly twirled while the little horses jumped through the air in ...

EnglishHalloweenLiterature14 min read

2212

Bayley KellySeptember 17, 2019

2212 written by: Bayley Kelly World War IV Sergeant Jackson in the war English army Sent to France French are taking over Europe Already they...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Tanuki

Stephanie MusarraAugust 22, 2019

Tanuki written by: Stephanie Musarra @dungeonwriter39 “It’s a boy!” the nurse said, as she placed the baby in its mother’s arms. Richard’s eyes...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

The Sacrificial Altar of Hope

Yasmin HemmatJuly 23, 2019

The Sacrificial Altar of Hope written by: Yasmin Hemmat My quill drips with my blood, While I’m writing to the oracle of my imprisoned soul. The r...

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Crucify The Scarecrow

Terry MillerJuly 3, 2019

Crucify The Scarecrow written by: Terry Miller Crucify the scarecrow For the deeds the crows have done October's breeze is blowing We learn to fear...

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Inferno

Shyamal MukhopadhyayMay 23, 2019

Inferno written by: Shyamal Mukhopadhyay Devil's Inferno at Notre Dame swinging bell atop the cathedral Arousing the spirit of Esmeralda to avenge Fr...

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Tale of Two Friends

Mike KannerApril 10, 2019

Tale of Two Friends written by: Mike Kanner @MDKanner This is the tale of two friends, Fiza and Fauzia. Fiza was a great rider and like her name wa...

EnglishLiterature5 min read

Modern Burke and Hare: Jumpstart

Valkyrie KerryApril 7, 2019

Modern Burke and Hare: Jumpstart written by: Valkyrie Kerry @valkyriekerryk Monday I can't believe she is gone, love of my life; Gemma. H...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

ZIZADORE VI

Marie Scampini/MZ ClarkeDecember 10, 2018

ZIZADORE VI written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme CHAPTER SIX NECESSITY BUILT INTO THE INVENTION Suddenly a barrage of insults and ...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

Grandfather’s Clock

Bruce RoweDecember 6, 2018

Grandfather's Clock written by: Bruce Rowe The date on the back of the German-built grandfather clock read 1872 ˗ ironically the same year that gran...

EnglishFeatured PostLiterature17 min read

Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...