The Abstract Art Gallery
A writing gallery provided by writers of all sorts from around the world. From poetry to song lyrics, from essays to entire novels and short stories.
All writing is welcome for submission and hand-selected for display by the crew and staff at GreyThoughts. Get eyes on your work and show the world what your mind is capable of.
Disclosure: This is not a competition. It's a gallery for creators by creators. Come read and get inspired to write and submit your own work.
The Writers Club - Where words guide our eyes and minds into the worldview and perspective of another.
Any topic, style or format is welcome. From the darkest, to the most disgusting, to the politically incorrect, to the most blunt and honest, twisted, malicious and evil. As well as erotic work, articles, fan fiction, research papers, poetry, short stories, entire novels, historical essays... Anything goes. Share your writing.
Denial, admission, and acceptance - skewed?
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…it Destiny
Brings me to this day?
Shadows, ghosts and fog
Shades of black and grey
Chances once not taken
Wagers cast and lost
Promised gold and silver
Paid in worthless dross
Can I blame cruel Fate
For where I’m now found?
Had I no control
Over paths gone…
By Mike Turner
Reflection of an earlier time, in fiction form.
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…Whitworth had not failed in life. He’d retired from the U.S. Marine Corps as a brigadier general (although he’d only been given the rank as a retirement sendoff gift, and never really served holding the rank at all). Retirement pay was not that significant when it came to supporting his wife, repaying educational loans for his children and dealing with the real costs of owning a home on Wing Point. Whitworth needed a job. He’d found a job as part of a local crew fishing the Sound, but the skipper…
By James Strauss
Read More…was just like you. Except only better.
When the social media infection first began to spread, she was one of the very few who took it seriously. While everyone flocked to SnapShot and posted their selfies, lunches, and parties (with no less than three gaudy filters slapped one on top the other), she had taken the time to re-search the art of photography and modeling. Before everyone else, she knew the difference be-tween a 10mm lens and a 50mm lens, long exposure and exposure compensation, advertorial and editorial.
She had used her phone like everyone else, but went the extra…
By Rich Etienne
…me at the park at midnight. If you don’t show, I’ll assume you don’t want to go through with it. - M"
AJ didn’t notice the note stuck under his wiper until the rain began on Eldridge Road.
He watched it flutter up over morning traffic and considered stopping, but he was late for work already so he let it go, focusing instead on his coffee.
After several long minutes in flight the note landed at the feet of a bus stop patron. She opened it, read it, considered it a moment, then threw it in the…
By Nova Walsh
Read More…the fire was ignited, it could never be extinguished
Her hands are tied
Her power relinquished
Surrender or submission it no longer matters, from him, she can’t hide
A promise made, a promise kept
Even if the sentence is worse than death
After all the tears She's wept...
This addiction is worse than…
By Becca Hulen
Read MoreI shared space with people called family. We had the same address, ate at the same table, even had the same last name, but we were strangers. We all lived alone together.
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…haunted by memories.
I can still see that model airplane I built when I was twelve years old. I had a job delivering newspapers after school and saved all my money through most of the seventh grade. I wanted to buy an authentic P-40 Tomahawk fighter kit I'd been eyeing in the window of Thompson's Hobby Shop. It even had a working motor. The manager told me it…
By John Graham
Grady Pearson saw something in his cornfield that would forever change the way he viewed his life.
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…heard a squawk—kind of like the goose call that comes out of a police cruiser. Blinking red and blue lights danced on the window shade, so I figured they must have nabbed somebody. The trouble was, they were behind my house, in my cornfield.
I peeled back the shade, and what did I see but a crap-load of state police parked sort of in a big circle. The ground mist was so thick, I barely made…
By Arthur M. Doweyko
…had been to Clayton, New Mexico many times by car and stayed at the Eklund hotel often. This time, perhaps his last, he came on the train from Tucumcari.
They met because they had been the sole occupants of the passenger car on the train other than two women conversing in German in the front seats. The old man and young girl were now the only customers for breakfast in the dining room of the Eklund Hotel in Clayton, New Mexico. According to the frost-encrusted thermometer just outside the window, it was fourteen degrees and howling wind pushed swirls of…
By John Green
Read MoreDo inanimate objects pick up the energy around them? Do they absorb our emotions?
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…am a unique, cedar chest. My purpose is to keep priceless treasures safe and secure. Although other woods may grace my outside, inside, cedarwood lines my inner walls, bottom, and lid. Cedarwood is a natural preservative which protects by deterring moths and other insects.
In 1964, a young woman became my new owner. She refinished my exterior, changing the color to an antique blue, and I became her hope chest. The young woman would always keep me against the footboard of her bed. Periodically, my lid…
By Nancy Lou Henderson
…you had it to do again, would you?” The expression on her face, tubing in her arms, the beep of the machine and her head resting on a pillow warned me to craft my response carefully. Would I? the thought echoed. There are things I would do differently; study harder, be more resolute about my future and career. Overall, however, I have no regrets regarding choices I made or their consequences.
In that moment of thinking I realized how much she had sacrificed, and how selfish I was. She raised four children while I chased an education. She stayed at…
By Robert L. Scarry
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