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.
…n debt Iowa farmer Joe Ferguson loved his firearms—had a custom made oak cabinet full of the pampered killers of various calibers and an arsenal of ammunition…
By: CraigE
Read More…low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the cityscape as commuters made their way home. Among them was Sarah, a young professional with a heart full of dreams and a mind…
By Mia Patel
Read More…handed him a cup of water. As he sipped the water, he tried to recall the accident. He had been repairing the guttering at the house he shared with his parents. That sounded vaguely familiar…
By Chris Platt
Read More… I thought I’d meet my end before the year’s end. I sat on a stool in a crowded dive bar. I rolled the sleeves on my plaid Polo shirt, exposing my shaded tattoos and a silver watch. Willow Creek was a dimly lit den of faded glory, its cherry maple walls…
By Andy Cooper
Read More…I took out one. Until then I had always given my father the impression that I never smoked. So, as he lit the cigarette for me, I went about the business of smoking like a …
By Benjamin Nambu
Read More...was a growing concern in the country that marriage contracts should be renewable, just like driving license or car...
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreBased on a true story.
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...he never smoked it, Harry Musterman loved grass; the other kind—the monocotyledon herbaceous plants whose seeds were...
By CraigE
Read More... beside him, Lauren looked on too. Billy whizzed along. The eight year old peddled frantically, laughing in delight. The grey clouds loomed over-head. It would be raining soon, by the look...
By Chris Platt
Read More... an iron over his sleek, dark Calvin Klien shirt—acoustic pop/rock played on the radio, strumming guitars over lyrics through the speakers. Nolan shook out his shirt, pushed his arms through the ...
By Andy Cooper
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