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Song for After Rain

Judith A. JonesAugust 31, 2019

Song for After Rain written by: Judith A. Jones I would walk with my friend Laredo down the trails the deer have run. I at my slow pace, he leapin...

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A Certain Perfume

Mary BoneAugust 21, 2019

A Certain Perfume written by: Mary Bone I use a certain perfume that takes me back to my childhood days. As I sat in an elderly lady's flower garden...

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Two Lights

Joseph J. Breunig 3rdJuly 31, 2019

Two Lights written by: Joseph J. Breunig 3rd @jjbreunig3 I recall the few luxurious moments, of spending sunny days… climbing and sliding on the sl...

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Twin Flame

B. BanxJuly 15, 2019

Twin Flame written by: B. BANX I’ve been met with the deepest desire to simply fathom, how the dulce scent of her french vanilla skin relaxes me, a...

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Spring Strata

Deb RainerJune 13, 2019

Spring Strata written by: Deb Rainer 15,000 steps states my wristband as I take a Sunday stroll. The scent of May blossom lingers. Cow parsley a fa...

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Linger

Lyle HutchinsonMay 6, 2019

Linger written by: Lyle Hutchinson @hutch3713 I linger on the scent Of your love I linger... Though I do not dwell Nor fade....

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Fargeon

Cindy MedinaJune 3, 2018

Fargeon written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 The perfumer's art: Each vial an orchestra of liquid music. NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: In honor of...

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The Scent of Spring

Tim GardinerFebruary 24, 2018

The Scent of Spring written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 apple blossom - children play outside the little red house...

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Neva’s Roses

Cindy MedinaOctober 27, 2017

Neva's Roses written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 Neva Ross lived with her husband, Gene, three houses down and across the street from my parents' h...

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Blossom

ErosVerseOctober 19, 2017

Blossom written by: ErosVerse @ErosVerse I don't need Your permission Never did. Never will Still I will be gentle In the delivery of my leave I...

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Longing For The Petrichor

TM ArkoOctober 13, 2017

Longing for the Petrichor written by: TM Arko @terry.arko The dog days are lingering Like bad thoughts or An unwanted guest from hell The smoky wa...

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Petrichor

Charlie BottleApril 4, 2017

Petrichor written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle When the first drops of rain fall, and soak the parched summer earth. the rising warm, damp, ...

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Scent

Andrea L'ArtisteMarch 1, 2017

Scent written by: Andrea L'Artiste @TheRealArtiste The scent he wore, It smelled like, A brand new love and that first time. Like your favorite home-...

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The Roses

Jessikalynn1980October 12, 2016

The Roses written by: Jessikalynn1980 @jessikalynn1980 A delightful scent The aroma fills the air Dancing like little fairies Playing with your hair....

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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 ...