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Medusa’s Carnival of Skaz

Susan Marie ShumanOctober 13, 2019

Medusa's Carnival of Skaz written by: Susan Marie Shuman According to poststructuralist “libidinal” feminist writer, Helene Cixous, “Woman must writ...

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Nebula

Henna JohansdotterSeptember 17, 2019

Nebula written by: Henna Johansdotter @HjdPoetry In my world the woman is deathless stellar gazes delayed by a thousand light years don’t forget...

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En Un Páramo De Luz

Romulaizer PardoAugust 15, 2019

En Un Páramo De Luz written by: Romulaizer Pardo @RomulaizerPardo En la escritura de tú dibujo quedó plasmada la silueta reventada en la cúspide...

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Little Mermaid

Nobby66April 5, 2019

Little Mermaid written by: Nobby66 @douglas97_s In the land of Queen Margrethe and King Canute lives a little wonder, ever so cute. born in ninet...

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KALEIDOSCOPIC

Hema RaviNovember 7, 2017

KALEIDOSCOPIC written by: Hema Green signifies growth, life and energy freshness in the garden and at home Green bills do foster jealousy and greed ...

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SACRED SWAN

Stanley WilkinJuly 13, 2017

SACRED SWAN written by: Stanley Wilkin @catalhuyuk Head bowed, flowing across the water Like an organic sepulchre- Lost in writhing reeds It raise...

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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 ...