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Caramel Creams, Make Me Scream!

Alisa GuttadauroOctober 29, 2019

Caramel Creams, Make Me Scream! written by: Alisa Guttadauro @AlisaGuttadauro Superstitions Trick or Treat, My heart is racing, At a quick...

EnglishHalloweenPoetry2 min read

Who Were They!?

Miss KanishkaOctober 22, 2019

Who Were They!? written by: Miss Kanishka An exhausted month it was; She sat tired and gasped Whenever opened her laptop. A dawn so relaxed finall...

EnglishHalloweenPoetry1 min read

Mickey’s Halloween

Roger TurnerOctober 20, 2019

Mickey's Halloween written by: Roger Turner @titansdad The trick or treater stood before me Dressed like someone from a story He was looking good b...

EnglishHalloweenPoetry1 min read

She and The Shrike

JH JonesOctober 7, 2019

She and The Shrike written by: JH Jones She met him at one of the numerous Cosplay gatherings thrown by the city’s Dark Fantasy/ Sci-fi group when i...

EnglishLiterature4 min read

First World Trailer Park Dilemmas

Mike SharlowOctober 6, 2019

First World Trailer Park Dilemmas written by: Mike Sharlow I was watching TV and doing a little writing, when I heard yelling outside. I went to my ki...

EnglishLiterature11 min read

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Window”)

Phyllis P. ColucciSeptember 29, 2019

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Window") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one se...

EditorialEnglishFeatured Post2 min read

The Tree

Brad OsborneSeptember 8, 2019

The Tree written by: Brad Osborne Just outside the city lived a tree in the forest. He had lived there many years, and the time shown on his weather...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Guilt”)

Phyllis P. ColucciAugust 25, 2019

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Guilt") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one sen...

EditorialEnglishFeatured Post3 min read

Confessions of an Opium-Eater

Yasmin HemmatAugust 24, 2019

Confessions of an Opium-Eater written by: Yasmin Hemmat The sun was burning my eyes as I was walking in a desert. I felt tired and thirsty, and my m...

EnglishFeatured PostLiterature11 min read

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Ambrosia”)

Phyllis P. ColucciJuly 28, 2019

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Ambrosia") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one ...

EditorialEnglishFeatured Post3 min read

Misery Severity

Nicole ChengJuly 1, 2019

Misery Severity written by: Nicole Cheng @NicoleCheng13 Hello. I know who you are. You are the girl with everything. Everything from good to bad; ...

EnglishPoetry15 min read

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Addiction”)

Phyllis P. ColucciJune 30, 2019

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Addiction") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one...

EditorialEnglishFeatured Post3 min read

Fushimi Ward

Alexa CleasbyJune 20, 2019

Fushimi Ward written by: Alexa Cleasby @Lexicon_Fuse It starts with some words. So, you tell me a story. Soft shimmering storms, lonely years and ...

EnglishFeatured PostPoetry1 min read

The Twilight Lounge

Larry D TylerJune 8, 2019

The Twilight Lounge written by: Larry D Tyler It seems like it was just yesterday when I sat behind that old piano in the dim lit, smoke-filled Twil...

EnglishLiterature3 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 ...