Darkness Descending
/Happiness is fleeting, Sorrow is…
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Cut to black - let mournful yet triumphant…
By K. L. Shipley
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…
Happiness is fleeting, Sorrow is…
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Cut to black - let mournful yet triumphant…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…place the interests of others first before yours. You give and go hungry, sometimes forced to beg friends and strangers for money to survive whereas you could have kept the money given out to…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreMy imagining of what Wayne…
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…friend Wayne is a very good guitar player. He's a musician. and the son of a musician. He knows about…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…my father passed away. I remember the cry I let out when my mother sat me down and told me. We were set to leave that morning for New Hampshire. The night before, I prayed to a…
By Melissa Lemay
Read More…first in this field, neither will you be the last. But remember, the footprints you leave behind, will be like no other's. Keep in mind this also, that someone some years ago once…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreSome part of our soul…
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… words that in combination resonant with mysterious implication. They are the last two words of the first verse of a poem by William Blake, The Tyger. I first read this poem in high…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreA spiritual man struggling…
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…itemized lists in his hands, he moved slowly up and down the shelves of the St. Louis Mercantile next to the St. Louis cemetery. Cemeteries in Louisiana are very much a fabric of Louisiana culture…
By The Barefoot Cajun
Read More…wet is falling from the sky. It’s an unsettled wetness that can’t make-up it’s mind. Should it be snow or rain? It shifts by fits and turns. Now sleet, then snow, then rain again. By afternoon it decides to be snow, though not a resolute snow. It lingers on the tree-branches but melts on the…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreIsabella took a…
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…wanted to see everything. That's all. If proper Victorian ladies were expected to prefer the parlor to anything outside, it was nothing to her. She had little interest in being…
By K. L. Shipley
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By K. L. Shipley
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.