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Cemetery of Sages

Leonard Ifeanyi Ugwu, Jr.·May 3, 2023

Cemetery of Sages written by: Leonard Ifeanyi Ugwu, Jr. @UgwuJr1 I mirror myself in books, In idleness,...

Poetry English

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The Eleventh Tome – Chapter II

Tim Law·January 27, 2023

The Prophecies of Andrapaal The Eleventh Tome Chapter II written by: Tim Law Year 513 of the...

Tim Law The Eleventh Tome Literature English

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The Gentlemen

Freya Pickard·October 22, 2022

The Gentlemen written by: Freya Pickard @FreyasClippings don’t tread the ancient pathways the crumbled stones of ghostly...

Poetry English Halloween

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Calming of The Sea

Eric Shelman·September 20, 2022

Calming of The Sea written by: Eric Shelman Still young and easily tempered my anger would explode...

Poetry English

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What Will Be My End

Richard Ayling·September 16, 2022

What Will Be My End written by: Richard Ayling In the dark of night, I often consider...

English 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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Cast Off

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Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

Spotlight On Writers – Darryl B

Spotlight On Writers – Maliya Denise Wilmore

Still Standing Tall

Every Day, at Five A.M.

Cracks of Marble

The Eleventh Tome – Chapter IX

An Elf Named Edgar

The Eleventh Tome – Chapter IV

Until Morning

The Eleventh Tome – Chapter III

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Cemetery of Sages

The Eleventh Tome – Chapter II

The Gentlemen

Calming of The Sea

What Will Be My End

Bonfire of Resolve

Mercury

Cast Off

A Little Book About Trees – by Tim Burr

SHIMLA

Still Standing Tall

Interview Q&A With Jim Bartlett

The Devil Calls

The Mirror Did Not Come as Glass

My Forest

Artificial Idiocracy

Walk Away Walk Away