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Leonard Ifeanyi Ugwu, Jr.·February 2, 2021

The Street written by: Leonard Ifeanyi Ugwu, Jr. A river where winds walk, Home of quiet noise...

English Poetry

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Deep Into The Dawning Mist

David Dephy·December 30, 2020

Deep Into The Dawning Mist written by: David Dephy “What can be more animating than hope of...

English Poetry

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The Great Pumpkin Ride

Phyllis P. Colucci·October 31, 2020

The Great Pumpkin Ride written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot The Midnight Ride on Halloween could not...

13 Days of Halloween Phyllis P. Colucci Poetry English Halloween Featured Post

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Witches Cats

Jaya Avendel·October 26, 2020

Witches Cats written by: Jaya Avendel @AvendelJaya Witches cats Steal the night Paint themselves with charcoal; The...

English Poetry Halloween

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Nightmare #45

R. Bremner·October 22, 2020

Nightmare #45 written by: R. Bremner Migrating caskets, blemished with runes Of an ancient hierarchy of wickedness...

English Poetry Halloween

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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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When The Plague Came The Sun Went In

Stanley Wilkin·October 6, 2020

When The Plague Came The Sun Went In written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk When the plague came...

Autumn Leaves

Tamar Gvelesiani·September 22, 2020

Autumn Leaves written by: Tamar Gvelesiani @Tako165 If comparing autumn and spring I would choose the falling...

Poetry English

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A Night In The City

Wolfgang H.·September 18, 2020

A Night In The City written by: Wolfgang H. Stray cats and bats roam the streets with...

Poetry English

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Louis Brogdite, Private Detective

Andrew Scobie·September 1, 2020

Louis Brogdite, Private Detective written by: Andrew Scobie April, 1982 I drove the old convertible, Louis beside me...

I Am A Rebel

Cornelius Olorundamilare Ibikunle·August 19, 2020

I Am A Rebel written by: Ibikunle Olorundamilare Cornelius If crossing the line of comfort To achieve...

English Poetry

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The Aftermath

Todd Humes·June 25, 2020

The Aftermath written by: Todd Humes the aftermath of the storm I sit on the edge of...

Poetry English

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Parade of Naught

Anne G·June 6, 2020

Parade of Naught written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth One by one parade of naught marching sightless mindless...

Anne G English Poetry

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Empty Streets

Barbara Deraoui·May 30, 2020

Empty Streets written by: Barbara Deraoui @brmaxwell Empty streets where I live No signs of life except for...

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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