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Pedicure Weekends

Kashiana SinghNovember 8, 2019

Pedicure Weekends written by: Kashiana Singh Foliaged summertime A woman slowly massaged Sterilized of fishy smells Breathing arms A coconut lotio...

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Another Week

A.K. HataJuly 2, 2018

Another Week written by: A.K. Hata housetiger lazying around soft, silky fur a perfect Sunday afternoon regenerate skyscrapers standing tal...

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Romantic Weekend

Robyn MacKinnonFebruary 19, 2018

Romantic Weekend found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat romantic weekend searching for a floor-length gown you like bowling too?...

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Morning Glory

Anne GSeptember 20, 2015

Morning Glory A Poem by Anne G Morning glory, weekend bliss; well earned hours, free from care. Buttermilk biscuits, piping hot; kissed with melting b...

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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 ...