I mentioned last week that the #FlashFiction I wrote for the 'Fun & Games' prompt given by the #WhimsyFiction #WritingCompetition had been selected for #Spillwords publication... Well here it is: spillwords.com/the-legendar... 👀💜❤️😎 Enjoy 😊
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November 3, 2026 at 8:42 AM
I mentioned last week that the #FlashFiction I wrote for the 'Fun & Games' prompt given by the #WhimsyFiction #WritingCompetition had been selected for #Spillwords publication... Well here it is: spillwords.com/the-legendar... 👀💜❤️😎 Enjoy 😊
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Flood
written by: Mark Alden
Rain fell.
Rivers rose.
Dams burst.
Bridges crumbled.
Roads vanished.
Homes were washed away.
Lives were washed away, too.
Some heeded the warnings.
Others never got them.
Some found higher #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity
written by: Mark Alden
Rain fell.
Rivers rose.
Dams burst.
Bridges crumbled.
Roads vanished.
Homes were washed away.
Lives were washed away, too.
Some heeded the warnings.
Others never got them.
Some found higher #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity
Flood
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November 3, 2026 at 10:29 AM
Flood
written by: Mark Alden
Rain fell.
Rivers rose.
Dams burst.
Bridges crumbled.
Roads vanished.
Homes were washed away.
Lives were washed away, too.
Some heeded the warnings.
Others never got them.
Some found higher #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity
written by: Mark Alden
Rain fell.
Rivers rose.
Dams burst.
Bridges crumbled.
Roads vanished.
Homes were washed away.
Lives were washed away, too.
Some heeded the warnings.
Others never got them.
Some found higher #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords #Poetry #WritingCommunity
Pipe Organ
written by: Melissa Dennison and Jerome Berglund
strange splashing in the bath
human cells in household staples
toxic tar leaches out
liver and onions
civilisation a thin veneer
understanding the gazelle scientific #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction
written by: Melissa Dennison and Jerome Berglund
strange splashing in the bath
human cells in household staples
toxic tar leaches out
liver and onions
civilisation a thin veneer
understanding the gazelle scientific #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction
Pipe Organ
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November 3, 2026 at 7:01 AM
Pipe Organ
written by: Melissa Dennison and Jerome Berglund
strange splashing in the bath
human cells in household staples
toxic tar leaches out
liver and onions
civilisation a thin veneer
understanding the gazelle scientific #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction
written by: Melissa Dennison and Jerome Berglund
strange splashing in the bath
human cells in household staples
toxic tar leaches out
liver and onions
civilisation a thin veneer
understanding the gazelle scientific #Literature #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction
Echoes Beneath Grey Clouds
written by: Pramod Rastogi
Why does silence linger so deeply in the cold?
Life feels like autumn’s forsaken sigh,
Branches bare, suspended beneath grey clouds,
Snowflakes tracing patterns of quiet #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity #Fiction
written by: Pramod Rastogi
Why does silence linger so deeply in the cold?
Life feels like autumn’s forsaken sigh,
Branches bare, suspended beneath grey clouds,
Snowflakes tracing patterns of quiet #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity #Fiction
Echoes Beneath Grey Clouds
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November 2, 2026 at 6:26 AM
Echoes Beneath Grey Clouds
written by: Pramod Rastogi
Why does silence linger so deeply in the cold?
Life feels like autumn’s forsaken sigh,
Branches bare, suspended beneath grey clouds,
Snowflakes tracing patterns of quiet #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity #Fiction
written by: Pramod Rastogi
Why does silence linger so deeply in the cold?
Life feels like autumn’s forsaken sigh,
Branches bare, suspended beneath grey clouds,
Snowflakes tracing patterns of quiet #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity #Fiction
Ascension
written by: Becca Lotus
When feeling challenged
I think of my ancestors
My step gets lighter
Oppressed but rising higher
Their ascension is my strength #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry
written by: Becca Lotus
When feeling challenged
I think of my ancestors
My step gets lighter
Oppressed but rising higher
Their ascension is my strength #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry
Ascension
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November 2, 2026 at 6:26 PM
Ascension
written by: Becca Lotus
When feeling challenged
I think of my ancestors
My step gets lighter
Oppressed but rising higher
Their ascension is my strength #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry
written by: Becca Lotus
When feeling challenged
I think of my ancestors
My step gets lighter
Oppressed but rising higher
Their ascension is my strength #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords #Poetry
My short prose piece, ‘Understudy’, has been nominated at Spillwords.
If you have a moment, I’d love you to read it and, if you enjoy it, consider giving it your vote.
Thank you 🖤
Read: spillwords.com/understudy/
Vote: spillwords.com/vote/
If you have a moment, I’d love you to read it and, if you enjoy it, consider giving it your vote.
Thank you 🖤
Read: spillwords.com/understudy/
Vote: spillwords.com/vote/
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November 1, 2026 at 8:39 PM
My short prose piece, ‘Understudy’, has been nominated at Spillwords.
If you have a moment, I’d love you to read it and, if you enjoy it, consider giving it your vote.
Thank you 🖤
Read: spillwords.com/understudy/
Vote: spillwords.com/vote/
If you have a moment, I’d love you to read it and, if you enjoy it, consider giving it your vote.
Thank you 🖤
Read: spillwords.com/understudy/
Vote: spillwords.com/vote/
Haunted Hotel
written by: Ivanka Fear
The bones remain good, structurally sound. As long as the bones are good, there's still life left.
Transformed to a new existence, its past invisible, the board-and-batten boarding house now #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature
written by: Ivanka Fear
The bones remain good, structurally sound. As long as the bones are good, there's still life left.
Transformed to a new existence, its past invisible, the board-and-batten boarding house now #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature
Haunted Hotel
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November 2, 2026 at 6:02 AM
Haunted Hotel
written by: Ivanka Fear
The bones remain good, structurally sound. As long as the bones are good, there's still life left.
Transformed to a new existence, its past invisible, the board-and-batten boarding house now #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature
written by: Ivanka Fear
The bones remain good, structurally sound. As long as the bones are good, there's still life left.
Transformed to a new existence, its past invisible, the board-and-batten boarding house now #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction #WritingCommunity #Literature
Salmon and Pesto Pasta
written by: Taylor Dibbert
Another quiet
Sunday night
Boxed wine
And heating up
Salmon and pesto pasta
He really misses his dog. #Spillwords #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature
written by: Taylor Dibbert
Another quiet
Sunday night
Boxed wine
And heating up
Salmon and pesto pasta
He really misses his dog. #Spillwords #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature
Salmon and Pesto Pasta
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November 3, 2026 at 5:01 AM
Salmon and Pesto Pasta
written by: Taylor Dibbert
Another quiet
Sunday night
Boxed wine
And heating up
Salmon and pesto pasta
He really misses his dog. #Spillwords #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature
written by: Taylor Dibbert
Another quiet
Sunday night
Boxed wine
And heating up
Salmon and pesto pasta
He really misses his dog. #Spillwords #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature
The Waiting
written by: Carrie Farrar
Recognition, she thought,
as if it were practice,
an instrument long unplayed.
But silence is not rest;
it is a muscle left trembling,
the ghost of motion without music.
What part of me #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature #Fiction
written by: Carrie Farrar
Recognition, she thought,
as if it were practice,
an instrument long unplayed.
But silence is not rest;
it is a muscle left trembling,
the ghost of motion without music.
What part of me #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature #Fiction
The Waiting
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November 2, 2026 at 10:25 AM
The Waiting
written by: Carrie Farrar
Recognition, she thought,
as if it were practice,
an instrument long unplayed.
But silence is not rest;
it is a muscle left trembling,
the ghost of motion without music.
What part of me #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature #Fiction
written by: Carrie Farrar
Recognition, she thought,
as if it were practice,
an instrument long unplayed.
But silence is not rest;
it is a muscle left trembling,
the ghost of motion without music.
What part of me #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Spillwords #Literature #Fiction
Dear Todd Rundgren
written by: Diane Elayne Dees
Dear Todd Rundgren
Hello, It’s Me—a member of your generation,
a listener of the great songwriters since
I was a little girl with a record player
and a stack of 78s I borrowed #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature #Poetry
written by: Diane Elayne Dees
Dear Todd Rundgren
Hello, It’s Me—a member of your generation,
a listener of the great songwriters since
I was a little girl with a record player
and a stack of 78s I borrowed #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature #Poetry
Dear Todd Rundgren
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November 3, 2026 at 7:31 AM
Dear Todd Rundgren
written by: Diane Elayne Dees
Dear Todd Rundgren
Hello, It’s Me—a member of your generation,
a listener of the great songwriters since
I was a little girl with a record player
and a stack of 78s I borrowed #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature #Poetry
written by: Diane Elayne Dees
Dear Todd Rundgren
Hello, It’s Me—a member of your generation,
a listener of the great songwriters since
I was a little girl with a record player
and a stack of 78s I borrowed #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature #Poetry
Alive
written by: River Joy
once when i was very young
i found the word gay
get caught in my throat like fire
preventing what should have been
a playful playground insult
it wasn’t even the bad one
i still couldn’t say it #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
written by: River Joy
once when i was very young
i found the word gay
get caught in my throat like fire
preventing what should have been
a playful playground insult
it wasn’t even the bad one
i still couldn’t say it #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
Alive
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November 2, 2026 at 2:28 AM
Alive
written by: River Joy
once when i was very young
i found the word gay
get caught in my throat like fire
preventing what should have been
a playful playground insult
it wasn’t even the bad one
i still couldn’t say it #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
written by: River Joy
once when i was very young
i found the word gay
get caught in my throat like fire
preventing what should have been
a playful playground insult
it wasn’t even the bad one
i still couldn’t say it #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #Spillwords
Compassionate Action
written by: Matt Buonocore
Be the cure to a world in terror.
The contagion can never win,
although it can trick you
if you listen to the voice of fear.
Ground yourself,
this is a time to reconnect
with the #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Literature
written by: Matt Buonocore
Be the cure to a world in terror.
The contagion can never win,
although it can trick you
if you listen to the voice of fear.
Ground yourself,
this is a time to reconnect
with the #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Literature
Compassionate Action
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November 3, 2026 at 6:01 AM
Compassionate Action
written by: Matt Buonocore
Be the cure to a world in terror.
The contagion can never win,
although it can trick you
if you listen to the voice of fear.
Ground yourself,
this is a time to reconnect
with the #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Literature
written by: Matt Buonocore
Be the cure to a world in terror.
The contagion can never win,
although it can trick you
if you listen to the voice of fear.
Ground yourself,
this is a time to reconnect
with the #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Literature
The Hound of Bakersfield
written by: Pamela Ebel
Red Gentry pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant at 5:00 a.m. on the dot, smiling to note that he was, as always, the first one there. He parked in front of the building and #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity
written by: Pamela Ebel
Red Gentry pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant at 5:00 a.m. on the dot, smiling to note that he was, as always, the first one there. He parked in front of the building and #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity
The Hound of Bakersfield
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November 2, 2026 at 7:01 AM
The Hound of Bakersfield
written by: Pamela Ebel
Red Gentry pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant at 5:00 a.m. on the dot, smiling to note that he was, as always, the first one there. He parked in front of the building and #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity
written by: Pamela Ebel
Red Gentry pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant at 5:00 a.m. on the dot, smiling to note that he was, as always, the first one there. He parked in front of the building and #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #Poetry #WritingCommunity
Ghost Story
written by: Dean Robbins
I've read a story about a ghost,
but the house wasn't haunted.
Rather, the host.
Perhaps the strange noises I have heard
in this hundred year old house
are shadows stirred
in my head from #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction
written by: Dean Robbins
I've read a story about a ghost,
but the house wasn't haunted.
Rather, the host.
Perhaps the strange noises I have heard
in this hundred year old house
are shadows stirred
in my head from #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction
Ghost Story
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November 1, 2026 at 4:01 AM
Ghost Story
written by: Dean Robbins
I've read a story about a ghost,
but the house wasn't haunted.
Rather, the host.
Perhaps the strange noises I have heard
in this hundred year old house
are shadows stirred
in my head from #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction
written by: Dean Robbins
I've read a story about a ghost,
but the house wasn't haunted.
Rather, the host.
Perhaps the strange noises I have heard
in this hundred year old house
are shadows stirred
in my head from #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Spillwords #Fiction
Kitchen Throne
written by: Michael Ball
No law says the abuela must teach her craft
though we expect such grace.
Instead each kitchen has a queen
Her hand to their mouths.
Female offspring simply obey.
With luck and looking, #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry
written by: Michael Ball
No law says the abuela must teach her craft
though we expect such grace.
Instead each kitchen has a queen
Her hand to their mouths.
Female offspring simply obey.
With luck and looking, #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry
Kitchen Throne
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November 3, 2026 at 6:26 AM
Kitchen Throne
written by: Michael Ball
No law says the abuela must teach her craft
though we expect such grace.
Instead each kitchen has a queen
Her hand to their mouths.
Female offspring simply obey.
With luck and looking, #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry
written by: Michael Ball
No law says the abuela must teach her craft
though we expect such grace.
Instead each kitchen has a queen
Her hand to their mouths.
Female offspring simply obey.
With luck and looking, #Fiction #Literature #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry
Beyond the Frame
written by: Jenny Morelli
My love,
Please find me, wherever, whenever, whoever you are. If love truly transcends space and time, we will meet again. Find me, my love, at the top of the stairs, or the bottom, or #Literature #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction
written by: Jenny Morelli
My love,
Please find me, wherever, whenever, whoever you are. If love truly transcends space and time, we will meet again. Find me, my love, at the top of the stairs, or the bottom, or #Literature #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction
Beyond The Frame
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November 2, 2026 at 6:31 AM
Beyond the Frame
written by: Jenny Morelli
My love,
Please find me, wherever, whenever, whoever you are. If love truly transcends space and time, we will meet again. Find me, my love, at the top of the stairs, or the bottom, or #Literature #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction
written by: Jenny Morelli
My love,
Please find me, wherever, whenever, whoever you are. If love truly transcends space and time, we will meet again. Find me, my love, at the top of the stairs, or the bottom, or #Literature #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Poetry #Fiction
Mirrored
written by: Hana Rubinstejnova
in search of assistance
with a rigid mirror
showing signs of
wear and tear
aging proceeds
without permission
bringing the gift of
squeaky knees
the fog on the glass
reflecting the #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity
written by: Hana Rubinstejnova
in search of assistance
with a rigid mirror
showing signs of
wear and tear
aging proceeds
without permission
bringing the gift of
squeaky knees
the fog on the glass
reflecting the #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity
Mirrored
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November 1, 2026 at 5:29 AM
Mirrored
written by: Hana Rubinstejnova
in search of assistance
with a rigid mirror
showing signs of
wear and tear
aging proceeds
without permission
bringing the gift of
squeaky knees
the fog on the glass
reflecting the #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity
written by: Hana Rubinstejnova
in search of assistance
with a rigid mirror
showing signs of
wear and tear
aging proceeds
without permission
bringing the gift of
squeaky knees
the fog on the glass
reflecting the #Poetry #Fiction #Spillwords #Literature #WritingCommunity
I Escaped the River
written by: Stanley Wilkin
I escaped the river,
Staying afloat with the doggie paddle
And screaming at the bullrushes
Along the bank for reprise.
They said nothing. They did nothing.
Not seeing where I was #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Fiction #Literature
written by: Stanley Wilkin
I escaped the river,
Staying afloat with the doggie paddle
And screaming at the bullrushes
Along the bank for reprise.
They said nothing. They did nothing.
Not seeing where I was #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Fiction #Literature
I Escaped the River
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November 3, 2026 at 12:28 AM
I Escaped the River
written by: Stanley Wilkin
I escaped the river,
Staying afloat with the doggie paddle
And screaming at the bullrushes
Along the bank for reprise.
They said nothing. They did nothing.
Not seeing where I was #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Fiction #Literature
written by: Stanley Wilkin
I escaped the river,
Staying afloat with the doggie paddle
And screaming at the bullrushes
Along the bank for reprise.
They said nothing. They did nothing.
Not seeing where I was #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Spillwords #Fiction #Literature
Mirrors Hold Memories
written by: Diana Raab
In my mirror, images
of breast removals, scars
and cesareans, faded–
the bittersweet presence
in so many women around me.
With the passage of time
my landscapes shattered,
but as #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords #Fiction
written by: Diana Raab
In my mirror, images
of breast removals, scars
and cesareans, faded–
the bittersweet presence
in so many women around me.
With the passage of time
my landscapes shattered,
but as #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords #Fiction
Mirrors Hold Memories
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November 1, 2026 at 3:25 AM
Mirrors Hold Memories
written by: Diana Raab
In my mirror, images
of breast removals, scars
and cesareans, faded–
the bittersweet presence
in so many women around me.
With the passage of time
my landscapes shattered,
but as #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords #Fiction
written by: Diana Raab
In my mirror, images
of breast removals, scars
and cesareans, faded–
the bittersweet presence
in so many women around me.
With the passage of time
my landscapes shattered,
but as #Poetry #WritingCommunity #Literature #Spillwords #Fiction
Strength
written by: Kathleen Chamberlin
I watched the man stagger under the weight of the clean and jerk
Trying to prove his strength
He and those who pull trucks or airplanes
Know nothing about strength, I thought,
Nothing at #Literature #Spillwords #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity
written by: Kathleen Chamberlin
I watched the man stagger under the weight of the clean and jerk
Trying to prove his strength
He and those who pull trucks or airplanes
Know nothing about strength, I thought,
Nothing at #Literature #Spillwords #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity
Strength
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November 3, 2026 at 2:26 AM
Strength
written by: Kathleen Chamberlin
I watched the man stagger under the weight of the clean and jerk
Trying to prove his strength
He and those who pull trucks or airplanes
Know nothing about strength, I thought,
Nothing at #Literature #Spillwords #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity
written by: Kathleen Chamberlin
I watched the man stagger under the weight of the clean and jerk
Trying to prove his strength
He and those who pull trucks or airplanes
Know nothing about strength, I thought,
Nothing at #Literature #Spillwords #Fiction #Poetry #WritingCommunity
The Power to Undo
written by: Jane Bradshaw
Life can get lifey
Deeply profound I know
But is there a better way to describe it…
We all get stuck in our heads,
Meandering round and round
Focusing on the negatives
Feeling dark - #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
written by: Jane Bradshaw
Life can get lifey
Deeply profound I know
But is there a better way to describe it…
We all get stuck in our heads,
Meandering round and round
Focusing on the negatives
Feeling dark - #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
The Power to Undo
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November 2, 2026 at 8:28 AM
The Power to Undo
written by: Jane Bradshaw
Life can get lifey
Deeply profound I know
But is there a better way to describe it…
We all get stuck in our heads,
Meandering round and round
Focusing on the negatives
Feeling dark - #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
written by: Jane Bradshaw
Life can get lifey
Deeply profound I know
But is there a better way to describe it…
We all get stuck in our heads,
Meandering round and round
Focusing on the negatives
Feeling dark - #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Literature #Poetry #Fiction
La Reverie
written by: Angela Huskisson
All Hallows' Eve, and it’s the twilight hour when all is still before the storm breaks and the lights in the district fail; something in the cellar stirs, wakes, flexes, and takes new life. #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature #Spillwords
written by: Angela Huskisson
All Hallows' Eve, and it’s the twilight hour when all is still before the storm breaks and the lights in the district fail; something in the cellar stirs, wakes, flexes, and takes new life. #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature #Spillwords
La Reverie
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November 1, 2026 at 7:30 AM
La Reverie
written by: Angela Huskisson
All Hallows' Eve, and it’s the twilight hour when all is still before the storm breaks and the lights in the district fail; something in the cellar stirs, wakes, flexes, and takes new life. #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature #Spillwords
written by: Angela Huskisson
All Hallows' Eve, and it’s the twilight hour when all is still before the storm breaks and the lights in the district fail; something in the cellar stirs, wakes, flexes, and takes new life. #WritingCommunity #Poetry #Fiction #Literature #Spillwords
Dolores
written by: Carmen Baca
Let me tell you how the town of Dolores got its name. I meant no harm when I dropped by the plaza named Sorrows in Spanish to pick up an elderly man and deliver him to his destination. It’s my job. I’ve #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #WritingCommunity
written by: Carmen Baca
Let me tell you how the town of Dolores got its name. I meant no harm when I dropped by the plaza named Sorrows in Spanish to pick up an elderly man and deliver him to his destination. It’s my job. I’ve #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #WritingCommunity
Dolores
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November 2, 2026 at 8:32 AM
Dolores
written by: Carmen Baca
Let me tell you how the town of Dolores got its name. I meant no harm when I dropped by the plaza named Sorrows in Spanish to pick up an elderly man and deliver him to his destination. It’s my job. I’ve #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #WritingCommunity
written by: Carmen Baca
Let me tell you how the town of Dolores got its name. I meant no harm when I dropped by the plaza named Sorrows in Spanish to pick up an elderly man and deliver him to his destination. It’s my job. I’ve #Spillwords #Poetry #Literature #Fiction #WritingCommunity
Music
written by: K. K. Matthew
Art is exquisitely sweet to hear from wonderful
Combination of vocal or instrumental sounds to
Form the beauty of the heart, even the soul, with
The accomplishments of digesting the filament of
Joy #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature #Poetry
written by: K. K. Matthew
Art is exquisitely sweet to hear from wonderful
Combination of vocal or instrumental sounds to
Form the beauty of the heart, even the soul, with
The accomplishments of digesting the filament of
Joy #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature #Poetry
Music
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November 1, 2026 at 6:25 PM
Music
written by: K. K. Matthew
Art is exquisitely sweet to hear from wonderful
Combination of vocal or instrumental sounds to
Form the beauty of the heart, even the soul, with
The accomplishments of digesting the filament of
Joy #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature #Poetry
written by: K. K. Matthew
Art is exquisitely sweet to hear from wonderful
Combination of vocal or instrumental sounds to
Form the beauty of the heart, even the soul, with
The accomplishments of digesting the filament of
Joy #Spillwords #WritingCommunity #Fiction #Literature #Poetry
Trapdoor
written by: Wendy Palmer
The old house stood deep in the woods, smothered in bushes, strangled by vines. Abandoned. Creepy. The perfect full-moon Halloween destination for two brave boys. Even a faint tinkling in the trees #WritingCommunity #Literature #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords
written by: Wendy Palmer
The old house stood deep in the woods, smothered in bushes, strangled by vines. Abandoned. Creepy. The perfect full-moon Halloween destination for two brave boys. Even a faint tinkling in the trees #WritingCommunity #Literature #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords
Trapdoor
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October 31, 2026 at 7:02 AM
Trapdoor
written by: Wendy Palmer
The old house stood deep in the woods, smothered in bushes, strangled by vines. Abandoned. Creepy. The perfect full-moon Halloween destination for two brave boys. Even a faint tinkling in the trees #WritingCommunity #Literature #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords
written by: Wendy Palmer
The old house stood deep in the woods, smothered in bushes, strangled by vines. Abandoned. Creepy. The perfect full-moon Halloween destination for two brave boys. Even a faint tinkling in the trees #WritingCommunity #Literature #Fiction #Poetry #Spillwords