The 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.
… time I saw her I knew she was the one. I never believed in love at first sight until that moment. That very second, as soon as I saw her, I knew I was hooked. I was on the park for my morning stroll as usual, and she was out for a run. As she rushed by me…
By Chris Platt
Read More… they were suspicious. So, my going there was a gamble. Part of my reason for going there was to gain their …
By Benjamin Nambu
Read More…mother and my very step-mother that were fighting in our compound that caused commotion in the air. Before we knew it, neighbors had appeared and started separating them. We, the children, were little and all we could do…
By Lawal Rasheed
Read More…arrived at the pub just before seven o’clock. He scanned the bar, which was rather quiet as it was a mid-week night, and there was no quiz or football on TV to bring in the crowds. There was no sign of his friend Dean. His friend still might turn up…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreWhile walking home …
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… putting gothic candy distribution as a distant memory, along with wintry festive celebrations which positively graced the small community recently, where Paulie’s humble affluent family neighbored royal counterparts, allowing the …
By Marc OBrien
Read More…away frantically, lost in the story, completing the last line in his notebook. He grabbed a fresh notepad and, pushed the sleeves of his dressing gown up, and continued writing the story he was currently working on. Other writers preferred a desk, but he found the comfort of the living room sofa was the best place to…
By Chris Platt
Read More…said, removing her glasses and bringing her left hand up to massage her temples. She was sitting in her computer chair with her legs crossed. Myer sat on her light couch, lowered his chin, and exhaled. “You’re the doctor,” he said. Myer came now and then for medication…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreGrandmother shared …
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… grandmother was sitting quietly in her favorite chair meditating, she said: “Susy, something is thumping at the corners of my mind.” I wanted to understand what was going on in her brain; however, I was late and needed to rush to my…
By Debby Hackbarth
Read More… read the book at college. It wasn’t on the syllabus. We didn’t read it in class. As far as we knew, the English department were unaware of the book and the sensation it was causing. It was handed around like it was an illegal substance. Check this out. Here, read …
By Chris Platt
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