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Forsaken

Art BlacktoothOctober 25, 2019

Forsaken written by: Art Blacktooth Slipping into destiny, I seek the animal spirit, the lone phantom of conscience which tickles my fear. I track h...

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Syllogims of Lust, poetry written by Gabriela M at Spillwords.com

Syllogism of Lust

Gabriela MSeptember 24, 2019

Syllogism of Lust written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 I follow you onto old streets hermetic sealers, principles of dark alchemy, the name of you a...

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That Which Is Gold

Shelly WilsonJuly 12, 2019

That Which Is Gold written by: Shelly Wilson @ShellyWilsonDQK Gold is found in many gems That often steals the heart of men For it is found a preci...

EnglishPoetry3 min read

Maleficium

Immortal MagpieJune 19, 2019

Maleficium written by: Immortal Magpie Beneath the blood red hue of Hunters Moon Upon the crimson ground With wild orgiastic glee, we writhe Our pr...

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Carnage

Art BlacktoothMay 9, 2019

Carnage written by: Art Blacktooth It is no strange fate we stand here before each other, two distant fires burning with unchained fury, a longing f...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Apple

Eliza SegietFebruary 17, 2018

Apple written by: Eliza Segiet translated by: Artur Komoter Long, long ago, before the ages in the arms of the sinful hand the succulent appl...

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El Camino Ancho

Jose A GomezJanuary 23, 2018

El Camino Ancho A Poem written by: José A Gómez Que meta pondré si este sendero es estrecho. El camino ensancharé para alcanzar lo que quiero. Y al...

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If Loving You Is A Sin

thePoeticpiperDecember 9, 2017

If Loving You Is A Sin written by: thePoeticpiper @thePoeticpiper As I sit, wine bottle by my side Every sip, flowing down stream, my veins absorbin...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Forgive Me My Sins

Robyn MacKinnonNovember 19, 2017

Forgive Me My Sins found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat palette swap ninjas a rock n roll noodle bar forgive me my sins...

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Premonition

Orlando BlakeOctober 18, 2017

Premonition written by: Orlando Blake Dreams are reflections, made of thoughts; perceived in your journey; bringing smiles at times, asking tears ...

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Train of Pain

Any1markJune 18, 2017

Train of Pain written by: Any1mark @Any1mark66 Hell is no single place. It's in constant motion. The rails it rides are made of brick and mortar. T...

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The Stoning of Sin

Charlie BottleJune 10, 2017

The Stoning of Sin written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle Come see the rocks I have collected, look at the rounded shapes, the intricately layer...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

Burden

theRavensproctorJune 7, 2017

Burden written by: theRavensproctor The stagnancy of my wonders Whether they ever truly love me If they still would Even if they knew the weight o...

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Four to Midnight

Luiz SyphreApril 2, 2017

Four to Midnight written by: Luiz Syphre @poetandkids Bienvenidos. Por favor, pacen a mi mente, que por la duracion de su leer, estaran en mis pasil...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

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 ...