In The Savior's Face
/God's people have always …
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Righteousness through the covenant of law was earned by being sinless. While righteousness by the covenant of grace is a simple gift of…
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreThe Abstract Art Gallery
A writing gallery created by writers from around the world. From poetry to song lyrics, from essays to entire novels and short stories.
Submit your own writing for display in The Writers Club. Short Stories, Flash Fiction, Poetry, Rants, Articles, Essays and all other formats welcome.
The Writers Club Get eyes on your writing or read from our massive archive. A free to use, user friendly digital publication. Thousands of works. From poetry and flash fiction to essays and entire novels.
Absolutely not. Anyone anyone is allowed to submit.
The main requirements include:
Few to no spelling errors.
The work should be coherent.
We keep the rules pretty lenient because we accept poetry among other freer formed writing styles and formats. You can find more details on our Submission Guidelines.
Yes. You can submit previously published work. We recommend getting…
God's people have always …
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Righteousness through the covenant of law was earned by being sinless. While righteousness by the covenant of grace is a simple gift of…
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreMark Irvine stared at the ceiling in the darkness of his bedroom. He shook his head. Why wouldn’t the words come to him? They always had in the past, and the writer had assumed they always would. But over the past eighteen…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreTwo words to remember: life and light.
Mornings—tiny wonderlands.
Nights—half-hearted …
By Swarnadip Chatterjee
Read MoreI'll always remember the …
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Gathered by her side like a lost lamb
Sister Sarha took me in her arms
hugged the holy ghost from my ribcage
where indigestion felt like…
By Sterling Warner
Read MoreA quatrain poem
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I shall not mourn, though autumn looms
Harbinger of winter’s glooms
But rather recall spring’s …
By Mike Turner
Read MoreI gave her money. The little that I had. Sneaked out of my workplace to trek the long distance to my apartment to carry my gas cylinder to her house. Through the scotchy sun. How I would prepare my meals henceforth didn’t matter. So long as she…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreWan pewter orb
Hangs in ebony skies
I’m back to the Moon again
Mountains, craters…
By Mike Turner
Read MoreWe hear a lot about love…
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If you've touched the hearts of those you've met
as you've journeyed through your…
By Linda Troxell
Read MoreGrey Thoughts is a place for a multitude of creators in numerous different mediums to display their creative projects for the world to see.