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Last Good-Bye

Ron KemptonNovember 10, 2019

Last Good-Bye written by: Ron Kempton Wasn’t no Indian summer that pulled her back from the cyclone Steel rail fences were keeping her wound in her d...

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The Breath of Love and Death

Gabriela MNovember 7, 2019

the breath of love and death written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 emotions leave the wombs of souls inebriation nakedness of pearls forgotten on the...

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Prodigal Father

Doug HawleySeptember 22, 2019

Prodigal Father written by: Doug Hawley @dougiamm Duke’s Story Part One I was drinking Black Butte Porter at my favorite bar after a miserable d...

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Mermaid

Lynn WhiteSeptember 11, 2019

Mermaid written by: Lynn White It was the change in her hair she noticed first growing now like harsh thin weed but attached firmly attached and inedible...

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My Gypsy Soul

Neera Singhi ChorariaSeptember 6, 2019

My Gypsy Soul written by: Neera Singhi Choraria A gypsy wandering soul, from memories of long ago. Lifetimes of a journey, travelling too far, ...

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Hindsight Is A Distant Shore

Wayne RussellAugust 31, 2019

Hindsight Is A Distant Shore written by: Wayne Russell @wayne.russell.378 Dusty fan circulates stale memories, around this dilapidated apartment. W...

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And So It Begins Again

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)July 26, 2019

Saying Goodbye Part VIII And So It Begins Again written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay And so it begins, again, that urge to shri...

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CAT’S-PAW

Dilip MohapatraJuly 1, 2019

CAT'S-PAW written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo The sea is so calm now and the bay is tranquil the tides are full and the moon is silent the ...

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Shock

Tasos KyrtasoglouMay 6, 2019

Shock written by: Tasos Kyrtasoglou Unknown writer, a wasted figure in a cold white nursing home cell. Red sore in the arm, a dismal buoy ...

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Design For Life

Nida WasimMay 3, 2019

Design For Life written by: Nida Wasim Years I spent talking to the stars I inquire them what’s this all about Is there a blueprint to lead this l...

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Pandorica

The Red PenApril 15, 2019

Pandorica written by: The Red Pen I sit here waiting for it all to come to me A universe away, yet I can feel it the yearn for it, When kept from it...

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The Silence and The Unknown

Froya MontezinoFebruary 11, 2019

The Silence and The Unknown written by: Froya Montezino You make me remember that courage is a frail state of mind, claiming something so precious t...

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UNBELIEVABLE DIMENSIONS

Norberto Franco CisnerosJanuary 8, 2019

UNBELIEVABLE DIMENSIONS written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros I haven’t slept in seven days it’s true but just be glad it’s me not you you see, it’...

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Mere Inches

Warren AlexanderNovember 16, 2018

Mere Inches written by: Warren Alexander When I was younger I did not know The shape of the world. I knew it went past The river and beyond What ...

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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 ...