
By J.R. Night The late hour had come and all were released from their graves. The first thing she always did was head home. Only one window burned yellow. It went out, the window opened, and two legs edged out. Her son landed not two feet away from her. “No sweater? In this cold?” she […]
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Author: Phil Slattery
Publisher, Rural Fiction Magazine; publisher, The Chamber Magazine; founder, the Farmington Writers Circle. I have written short stories and poetry for many years. In my careers as a Naval officer and in the federal government, I have written thousands of documents of many types. I am currently working on a second edition for my poetry collection and a few novels.
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