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Seeing Spirits

Roger TurnerJune 17, 2019

Seeing Spirits written by: Roger Turner @titansdad For years, Tim had the visions Seeing things that no one could If he spoke of them, he's crazy ...

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…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away (“Ghosts”)

Phyllis P. ColucciMay 26, 2019

…On Poetry and Fiction Just “One Word” Away ("Ghosts") written by: Phyllis P. Colucci @FictionTarot One word becomes one idea, becomes one se...

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Visions of November

TM ArkoNovember 29, 2017

Visions of November written by: TM Arko South flying Snow Geese Silhouette against the squalid sky Fiery autumn leaves Dead on the ground like Sol...

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Premonition

Orlando BlakeOctober 18, 2017

Premonition written by: Orlando Blake Dreams are reflections, made of thoughts; perceived in your journey; bringing smiles at times, asking tears ...

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Angel Or Demon?

Cristina MunozOctober 9, 2017

Angel Or Demon? written by: Cristina Munoz @cristinamunoz8 i found myself fully awake standing by the foot of my single bed sta...

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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 ...