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Exile

Sinister·May 16, 2020

Exile written by: Sinister The days embrace their hollow fate as night embalms the lost and faint...

Poetry English

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After The Floods

Dr Molly Joseph·January 22, 2020

After The Floods written by: Dr. MOLLY JOSEPH the street lights have closed their eyes refusing to see…...

Poetry English

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The Mist

Brad Osborne·December 2, 2019

The Mist written by: Brad Osborne Is it cloud that falls so gently When mountain top is...

Poetry English

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Despair

Rayna More·September 16, 2019

Despair written by: Rayna More Dripping through my body like a bucket of ice Frozen, desecrated, each...

Poetry English

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REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE – METAMORPH CLONES III

Marie Scampini/MZ Clarke·January 30, 2018

REBELECTRIC ZOMBIE METAMORPH CLONES III written by: MZ CLARKE @zoeandme CHAPTER FIVE – CLONES #4 GLUTTONY AND...

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After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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