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Until I Am Dust

LadyLily·November 9, 2019

Until I Am Dust written by: LadyLily @AFairymary A pretender human being, ashamed, purple dye pumps my...

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An Incomplete Portrait of Our Love

Zaki Ansari·November 6, 2019

An Incomplete Portrait of Our Love written by: Zaki Ansari An incomplete portrait of our love Relic...

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Night Stalker

Verona Jones·October 26, 2019

Night Stalker written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 He could taste her rising fear inexplicably tangible on the evening...

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Spectre’s Perspective

Ronald B Conway·October 22, 2019

Spectre’s Perspective written by: Ronald B Conway I waft Just a breath among the granite No flesh –...

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I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain

Spillwords·October 20, 2019

I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain a poem by Emily Dickinson I felt a Funeral, in...

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Bon Odori

Tim Gardiner·October 19, 2019

Bon Odori written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 The Bon Festival of the Dead is the perfect night...

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GRETA WEPT

Norberto Franco Cisneros·October 17, 2019

GRETA WEPT written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros She wept but it wasn’t just crying It was the...

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Delicate Cravings

Madhumita Sinha·October 14, 2019

Delicate Cravings written by: Madhumita Sinha @madhu_723 I crave for you For you I Yearn So deeply...

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The Labyrinth

Pranav Krishna·October 10, 2019

The Labyrinth written by: Pranav Krishna Times, I wake up in a labyrinth, when thoughts hammer through...

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Weathered Hearts & Souls

H.M. Gautsch·October 7, 2019

Weathered Hearts & Souls written by: H.M. Gautsch @GautschHM A dreary day of such a powerful soul...

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Quiet Time

Michael Natt·October 6, 2019

Quiet Time written by: Michael Natt This Saturday began like all others. Today though was my annual...

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The Definition of Love

Spillwords·October 6, 2019

The Definition of Love a poem by Andrew Marvell My love is of a birth as rare...

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ECHO

Kevin D Parish·September 26, 2019

ECHO written by: Kevin D Parish I followed the echo Not knowing its source. Was it pain...

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Precipice

K.H.·September 24, 2019

Precipice written by: K.H. Heavenly hellfire runs through my blood While starfire burns in my soul And...

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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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