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Papa Ben’s Last Laugh

Emilia PaulSeptember 12, 2019

Papa Ben's Last Laugh written by: Emilia Paul Sometimes funny things happen at the most unlikely moments. Benjamin’s, or Papa Ben as we called him, ...

EnglishLiterature7 min read

Kill Your Darlings

Mike KannerSeptember 1, 2019

Kill Your Darlings written by: Mike Kanner @MDKanner “Baroness, PLEASE!” It was not the first time that the man had this argument with the elegantl...

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Diving Deep

ReBecca DeFazioAugust 16, 2019

Diving Deep written by: ReBecca DeFazio @MisplacedPetals There is something peaceful about burying my feet in the sand. Laying back; pieci...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Seeing Spirits

Roger TurnerJune 17, 2019

Seeing Spirits written by: Roger Turner @titansdad For years, Tim had the visions Seeing things that no one could If he spoke of them, he's crazy ...

EnglishPoetry4 min read

Spinning Yarn Again

Daisy KingNovember 1, 2018

Spinning Yarn Again written by: Daisy King @stormsinteacupby Tremble by tremble, Cold, low-burning headlights, a beautiful disused sentence fol...

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The Reader

Löst VikingOctober 14, 2018

The Reader written by: Löst Viking He would sit on his daughter’s bed, Reading tales before she’d sleep, About the frog that turned into a prince, ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Bedtime Stories

David WagonerAugust 14, 2018

Bedtime Stories written by: David Wagoner I never told you bedtime stories, where the princess waits powerless in a bag on the way to a bower g...

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Edelfrei Knecht

Troy DeFratesAugust 7, 2018

Edelfrei Knecht written by: Troy DeFrates The free born knight is a force in his own right He fears no foe wherever he may go He has looked Death in...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

In Search of America – Hitchhiking Tales

Jake Cosmos AllerJuly 31, 2018

In Search of America Hitchhiking Tales written by: Jake Cosmos Aller When I was young and foolish Broke and stubborn I hitchhiked across the U...

EnglishPoetry4 min read

Bus Rides In America’s Underbelly

Jake Cosmos AllerJuly 13, 2018

Bus Rides In America's Underbelly written by: Jake Cosmos Aller the Bus – Travels Through America’s Underbelly I am a bus rider That makes me u...

EnglishPoetry3 min read

Galactic Proportions

Paul Anthony ObeyJuly 10, 2018

Galactic Proportions written by: Paul Anthony Obey @TheInvisiblePo1 Far galaxies, noble cause, all are present here, Fight of evil over good taking ...

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Dark Ambiance

Rando MithloJune 14, 2018

Dark Ambiance written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe Fire at center surrounding dark Keep an eye on shadows behind How they move most curious Off of th...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Worlds

LadyLilyJune 1, 2018

Worlds written by: LadyLily @AFairymary On this surface our stories tend to perform a nomadic function, freedom from struggle is rare. Monstrous ...

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The Legend Of Legends

Cornelia Paun HeinzelMay 17, 2018

The Legend of Legends written by: Cornelia Paun Heinzel translated by: Filip Enache One day, God called St. Peter to him and said : – ...

EnglishLiterature2 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 ...