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Dummy

Matthew Roy DaveySeptember 4, 2019

Dummy written by: Matthew Roy Davey They came up behind us on the path and yelled to get out of the way. Rick and I were quick enough but Ellio...

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The Beacon

Dawn DeBraalAugust 17, 2019

The Beacon written by: Dawn DeBraal Dooley Bradford sat in his beat-up Ford 150 pick up at the stop and go lights of two intersecting highways, he w...

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Photographer

Jenny MiddletonAugust 14, 2019

photographer written by: Jenny Middleton in the infra dark of red hues he develops photos the old way his hands tilting dark avenues side to side c...

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Jill, The Piano and MS

John GreyAugust 14, 2019

Jill, The Piano and MS written by: John Grey Listening to you play I can almost forget the physical struggle, the damaged nerve cells, the trait...

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Haiking Along The Scores

Tim GardinerAugust 3, 2019

Haiking Along The Scores written by: Tim Gardiner @timgardiner3 The Ravine imagination down the Ravine up Cart Score Cart Score Gallow’s Score ...

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Kubla Khan

SpillwordsJuly 14, 2019

Kubla Khan a poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment. In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree:...

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Feminine Empowerment

H.M. GautschJune 28, 2019

Feminine Empowerment written by: H.M. Gautsch @GautschHM A woman speaks but there's no sound and the vision is blurred... ...insert empowered word...

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Chimère

Claude SeguyJune 19, 2019

Chimère written by: Claude Seguy Un rêve des plus fous, un merveilleux mirage, Vision enchanteresse, Fantasmes éthérés; telles sont les images Qui ...

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YOU ARE THE WIND, YOU ARE BOTH THE WIND…

Poli MiltouJune 14, 2019

YOU ARE THE WIND, YOU ARE BOTH THE WIND… written by: Poli Miltou @PoliMiltou You are the wind, you carry myrrh with you. I want to kiss you so I w...

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Take Me To…

Allen BaswellJune 10, 2019

Take Me To... written by: Allen Baswell Alone—the room wrapped in darkness lying in bed, my thoughts are a scattered mess I close my eyes—a vision a...

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The War Within

Sharona ReevesApril 18, 2019

The War Within written by: Sharona Reeves Tainted soldier Heart waged in war Rich in strength Ultimately poor Stricken with hate and words of th...

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Village In The Mist

Roger TurnerFebruary 12, 2019

Village In The Mist written by: roger turner @titansdad Driving up the highway When I saw it in the mist Like a pure and tender virgin Still wai...

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Sint’s Waltz

Florian AlexanderFebruary 9, 2019

Sint's waltz written by: Florian Alexander I'm falling in spiral in a sweet and warm rocking My blue boat which splashes, in rhythm on lake The bl...

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Unique Half-Moon Shape by GINGER M COCHRAN at Spillwords.com

The Unique Half-Moon Shape

Ginger M CochranJanuary 31, 2019

The Unique Half-Moon Shape written by: GINGER M COCHRAN The light filters softly through the window Highlighting the dust particles in the air ...

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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 ...