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Monologue Of A Selfish Heart

Avi Fleischer·December 19, 2018

Monologue Of A Selfish Heart written by: Avi Fleischer @EmotionalEchoes I sit alone and let the thoughts...

English Poetry

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Sorrow

Joachim Neander·December 12, 2018

Sorrow written by: Joachim Neander My feelings are flowing on the silvery waves of the river of...

English Poetry

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Alive

Pragya·December 10, 2018

Alive written by: Pragya Breathe. Men come and retreat; memories flow forever. Breathe ’til dark sunders with...

English Poetry

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Your Own Outside Perspective

Angel Daemon·December 2, 2018

Your Own Outside Perspective written by: Angel Daemon @BlutengelDaemon There are methods to madness and madness to...

Article English

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Memory Of A Reverie

Cindy Medina·November 24, 2018

Memory Of A Reverie written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 A memory recurred to me, it was from...

English Poetry

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Lines

Michelle Dark·November 15, 2018

Lines written by: Michelle Dark Black earth ingrained in fine lines of pale skin in now aging...

Poetry English

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Locked Away

David Wagoner·November 10, 2018

Locked Away written by: David Wagoner Something huge and powerful threw itself against the basement door again and...

English Poetry

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Face To Face

Papia Ray·October 13, 2018

Face To Face written by: Papia Ray Is that you my friend? Or shouldn’t I call you...

Poetry English

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Our Self Embrace

M. Taggart·September 22, 2018

Our Self Embrace written by: M. Taggart You and I too, dream so well during the day...

English Featured Post Poetry

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A Ghost Under The Bed

Dimitris Bonovas·September 6, 2018

A Ghost Under The Bed written by: Dimitris Bonovas “Can you fly with broken wings?” That’s the...

English Poetry

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PURGE

Leanne Neill·August 22, 2018

PURGE written by: Leanne Neill @LeanneNeill2 I need to spill my guts, until you no longer question...

English Poetry

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Reflection

Laura M. Baird·August 22, 2018

Reflection written by: Laura M. Baird @LauraMBaird What do you see when you look in the mirror Tired...

Poetry English

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Reaching Up

Any1mark·August 18, 2018

Reaching Up written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 I touched the sky My trembling hands stretched Clouds danced against...

English Poetry

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Epiphanies Of A Suicidal Person

Asher Bomse·August 13, 2018

Epiphanies Of A Suicidal Person written by: Asher Bomse Life is never easy for anyone. For me, it...

Literature English

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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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