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Next Turn

Spillwords·May 5, 2024

Next Turn a poem by: Kenneth Slessor No pause! The buried pipes ring out, The flour-faced Antic...

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K on Olivia 2

Michael McCarthy·November 7, 2023

When Olivia met K Chapter VI K on Olivia 2 written by: Michael McCarthy @FlateyeFiction - The wide open windows...

Featured Post Michael McCarthy When Olivia met K English Literature

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The Smoky Man

Uzma Afreen·November 6, 2023

The Smoky Man written by: Uzma Afreen Once, I knew someone who had a beautiful garden but...

Poetry English

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Years Ago

Richard LeDue·November 3, 2023

Years Ago written by: Richard LeDue @LedueRichard my grandmother’s shack was torn down. She never owned the...

Poetry English

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Olivia on K 2

Michael McCarthy·September 25, 2023

When Olivia met K Chapter V Olivia on K 2 written by: Michael McCarthy @FlateyeFiction - I usually loved...

English Michael McCarthy When Olivia met K Literature

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Blanket Me

Gina Maria Manchego·August 1, 2023

Blanket Me written by: Gina Maria Manchego @GiUknit That weekend would prove to give me a deep...

Cigarettes

Sean O'Leary·February 5, 2023

Cigarettes written by: Sean O’Leary @SeanOl777 ‘This guy I used to go to uni with, Mick Costa,...

Literature Featured Post English

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The House of Dead Leaves

Kirsten Curcio·November 13, 2022

The House of Dead Leaves written by: Kirsten Curcio @ghosthumanbones We arrive at a house composed of...

Poetry English

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Softly as I Leave You

Nancy Richy·February 3, 2022

Softly as I Leave You written by: Nancy Richy Parish, New York – a sleepy little town...

Literature English

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Baltic Amber Earrings

Angel Edwards·November 13, 2021

Baltic Amber Earrings written by: Angel Edwards Baltic amber earrings velvet gold turban crimson fingertips clutch a...

English Poetry

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I Am An Orphan

Massayan Favor Kollie·October 14, 2020

I Am An Orphan written by: Massayan Favor Kollie @favor_kollie I am an orphan My parents died...

English Poetry

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The Visitor

Peter Astle·July 12, 2020

The Visitor written by: Peter Astle I was thirty-one when I first met my future self in...

Literature English

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Just Another Quiet Sunday Morning In America

R.M. Engelhardt·April 21, 2020

Just Another Quiet Sunday Morning In America written by: R.M. Engelhardt @rmengelhardt I hear The churchbells Ringing...

Poetry English

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Self-Loathing

Pranjal Srivastava·May 2, 2019

Self-Loathing written by: Pranjal Srivastava The drunken fool returned to his hell All soaked up in restlessness...

Poetry 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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