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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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Belong

Jessalyn JohnsonJune 21, 2019

Belong written by: Jessalyn Johnson @jessalyn451 The ability to sleep in a cabin is a powerful strength. When I saw one bug, I started to see two mor...

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EAST II

RichAugust 21, 2018

EAST II written by: Rich @H3Richard Rise up early towards the end of May It's the main German holiday The Himmlefarht Day When Jesus rose up and s...

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EAST I

RichAugust 2, 2018

EAST I written by: Rich @H3Richard 10 days near Berlin don't know where to begin One day at a time hope you enjoy this rhyme So peaceful so tranqui...

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JUST IN CASE

Dilip MohapatraJuly 9, 2018

JUST IN CASE written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo We are all set for our week long summer vacation at an exotic all villa beach front resort ...

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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 ...

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Amazing Bus

Belong

EAST II

EAST I

JUST IN CASE

A Knock at The Door

From Your Lips to Mine

Poets Muse

The Feeling of Being Watched

Life

Gold Civilization In Prehistory

The Sapling

Desert Song

Twelve Songs