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Lessons From a Penguin

Michael NattSeptember 1, 2019

Lessons From a Penguin written by: Michael Natt I learned a few lessons on my recent bike trip in North Dakota that I want to share with you. As you...

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Blazing Hot Road Trip

Mark KuglinAugust 11, 2019

Blazing Hot Road Trip written by: Mark Kuglin @cr8fiction I had been driving on I-40 on what turned out to be a scorching hot day. The air con...

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Dreams Of The Heart

Ivor StevenJuly 22, 2019

Dreams Of The Heart written by: Ivor Steven I cannot walk the continents Like the intrepid Marco Polo But my feet have felt the sands of time Pass ...

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Acadia

Christopher JohnsonJuly 13, 2019

Acadia written by: Christopher Johnson @cjohnsonwrite At 36, Erik Gustafson was an Angry Young Man. Wrathful, irate, sore as a crab, waxy, hot under ...

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Amazing Bus

Walerian DomanskiJune 25, 2019

Amazing Bus written by: Walerian Domaski On Friday, from the headquarters of my company located in the city of Wroclaw, came the news that on Monday I...

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Being a Wildlife Enthusiast…

Nishand VenugopalJune 23, 2019

Being a Wildlife Enthusiast... written by: Nishand Venugopal @nvgpal79 "I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand" - Confucius...

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Tripping Over Walls

Bojana StojcicJune 21, 2019

Tripping Over Walls written by: Bojana Stojcic @BoyaETC for Kim It made no sense at all I tripped on a stone a while ago and fell face fir...

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October 1985

Barbara AvonMay 6, 2018

October 1985 written by: Barbara Avon @barb_avon It was one of those perfect fall mornings when the sun is peeking through the clouds and the colou...

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The Road

Leanne Howard KenneyDecember 1, 2017

The Road written by: Leanne Howard Kenney @neeneebucket The ice chest fell as the triple-axled truck rumbled and swayed its way past half my eyes a...

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Sentry

Sergio A. OrtizOctober 12, 2017

sentry written by: Sergio A. Ortiz @Saore nowhere left to look the rain cleared the way no dream with open doors the only devotee confinement ou...

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Have A Good One

Dan LeichtSeptember 2, 2017

Have A Good One written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Up at 5am, key in the ignition by 6. Take to the road, to spend sunrise to sunrise driving end...

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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 ...