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The Widow’s Son

John Chinaka Onyeche Ajc·March 10, 2021

The Widow’s Son written by: John Chinaka Onyeche @Apostlejohnchin He died trying to Be a better father...

English Poetry

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The Long Ride Up

A. Goddard·March 2, 2021

The Long Ride Up written by: A. Goddard @AGoddardwriter Panic rolled through me as I sprinted the...

The Apartment

Nikhil Kurien·February 18, 2021

The Apartment written by: Nikhil Kurien @nikhilmkurien Sudhir was elated when the broker said it was the...

Literature English

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Through Frosted Window

James Lilley·February 10, 2021

Though Frosted Window written by: James Lilley @jameslilley1411 At frosted window cloudless Winter night I stood watching...

Poetry English

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Come Join Me

Bernard Gabriel Okurut·December 8, 2020

Come Join Me written by: Bernard Gabriel Okurut @GabrielOkurut The trees whisper something Strange to my ears,...

Poetry Haunted Holidays English

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The Candle In The Window

Roger Turner·December 4, 2020

The Candle In The Window written by: Roger Turner @titansdad There’s a candle burning nightly In the...

Featured Post Haunted Holidays English Poetry

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My Pride

Manoj Krishnan·November 20, 2020

My Pride written by: Manoj Krishnan The countless stars of the firmament gathered one night And riding...

Poetry English

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I’m My Mother’s Son

Walid Boureghda·November 19, 2020

I’m My Mother’s Son written by: Walid Boureghda I’m my mother’s son, A kind of person to...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Piece of My Heart

Dan A. Cardoza·October 20, 2020

Piece of My Heart written by: Dan A. Cardoza @cardozabig Some say Charlie and I live on...

Featured Post 13 Days of Halloween English Literature Halloween

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Finding The Sun

Bayo Aderoju·September 28, 2020

Finding The Sun written by: Bayo Aderoju The skies, for aeons, was unkind. It denied me all;...

Poetry English

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Let Him In

Florian Achile·September 4, 2020

Let Him In written by: Florian Achile @Florianachile My son! I heard you have been doing some...

Poetry English

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I’m stranger. You’re Stranger. Together, We Are… Strangers

Dan A. Cardoza·August 30, 2020

I’m Stranger. You’re Stranger. Together, We Are… Strangers written by: Dan A. Cardoza @cardozabig It’s not easy...

Literature English

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Angus The King

Linda Imbler·August 11, 2020

Angus The King written by: Linda Imbler I Baby Angus, Woodland Prince born in rising Sun’s golden...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Son of The Desert

Gabriela M·July 31, 2020

Son of The Desert written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 oh, let the summer come and go wrapped...

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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