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The Last Road Trip by Megan Denese Mealor

Megan Denese Mealor echoes and erases in her native land of Jacksonville, Florida. A survivor of bipolar disorder, she incorporates her kaleidoscopic emotions and manic fire into her writing. Her poetry and short stories have been published worldwide, most recently in Spillwords, Ginosko Literary Journal, and The Stray Branch.

Secrets Beneath His Chest by Miss Verse

Miss Verse is a professional dancer, artists and poet. You can read more of her work on Twitter at @MissVerse_

Fly Away by Esha Jaiswal

A soul made of words nestling in a mortal body – Esha and her incandescent love for poems is ancient and sacrosanct. She has crocheted her irenic words into fine fabric of love, cosmos, power of SHE and mirabilia. Come and celebrate poetry through her words and behold them bloom in sequestered splendour

The Hurt that Binds by Sarahmour

Sarahmour is the pen name of a whimsical soul who has a love affair with words. In her writing you can expect to find everything from love, loss, romance, and the darker shades of passion and desire.

Suspenseful Eyes by adivayeatts

You can read more by adivayeatts at her Twitter: @adivayeatts

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Christmas in the Share-house by Mandy Partridge

I spent fifteen years celebrating Christmas in share-houses around Brisbane, Australia. As a poor student, I rented rundown Queenslanders with two, three or four friends, so I could still afford food after rent and bills. I rode my bicycle to uni, work or the grocery shop

The Last Road Trip by Megan Denese Mealor

Driving the Loop by J.M. McNeely-Kirwan

Manny drove through the night on a narrow highway that curved constantly to the right, threading its way through a forest. The trees hung low over the tarmac like they wanted to take back every square inch.

Panic Attack 2 by Romana Capek

Gray morning. The clouds did not lift as the forecast had predicted. I spent a sleepless night because I drank a cup of a strong black tea earlier in the evening. I look at my watch on the nightstand; it shows nine o’clock. I am cold and trying to get warm under a lightweight summer blanket.

Life With You by Kristina Pudlewski

It was December 23rd, only two days before Christmas. Children play outside in the snow and families rush into stores to get last minute items for their holiday gatherings. But I am in the hospital with you, Max, my love.

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