Rebel
/This family had a heritage…
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He did not want to haunt anything or anyone.
He was directly disobeying his family’s wishes.
He would rather be left …
By Debby Hackbarth
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This family had a heritage…
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He did not want to haunt anything or anyone.
He was directly disobeying his family’s wishes.
He would rather be left …
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreFor one family, haunting became…
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Our family is hundreds of years old.
We once lived in a modest house outside the castle wall.
Our baked goods were prized by …
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreLester Greenwald had an electric train set at 5; then again at 55—he had to find a hobby or be slowly driven mad by boredom and a nagging housewife when business was slow. Because he worked from home there was no …
By CraigE
Read MorePete peered out the windscreen trying to tie up the road ahead with the Sat Nav map on the dashboard. He shook his head. There was no doubt about it. They were lost. Pete and his wife Emma had booked a week’s stay at the …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreI could stare myself in the mirror.
the maggots residing in my body
dine on my organs for …
By Secre
Read MoreA metaphorical poem that …
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I lay passively on a seasoned ark,
Adrift the prosaic brine,
Restrained by the chains of …
By Aadityaamlan Panda
Read MoreAn appointment with a ‘pain…
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There once was a guy from St. Loo,
Who had not one ego but two.
He could feel light as a…
By CraigE
Read MoreAn exceptionally loud…
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I couldn’t escape from the deafening pulsation.
I saw the curtains swaying from the…
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreIt’s so easy dressing for war
When my muscles are already sore
All my life I’ve been a discordant chord
that sets your teeth on…
By Slyvia Plath
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.