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.
How do you ward off…
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…the cloudless evening sprinkling illuminating stars, a large roar exploded shaking the striped ones stall, “Zebra,” Paulie calmly comforted, “those loud mechanical monsters are never going to replace…
By Marc OBrien
Read MorePaulie Travels The…
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… inside the morally wooded forest whose temperature was taken by a crystal placid lake, glistening in the sun, protected when shade eased in and out. Sitting at its bank, Paulie pondered his youthful maturity and how information effects his world’s …
By Marc OBrien
Read More…typed up his latest story on his website. He read the story through one more time. Yes, that would do it. He finished with his trademark line. A story by Charlie Parker. He nodded to himself. His many fans would love that story, he was…
By Chris Platt
Read More… work phone you out of your working hours it can never be good news. Karl Connor stared at the display on his mobile phone for a moment before finally picking up. He had been working shifts delivering at the kebab for almost two…
By Chris Platt
Read More…of Bailey’s apple pie wafted from the kitchen to the living room. Her footsteps sounded as they crossed the mahogany floor and entered the living room. Christmas rock played on the stereo, pushing Let it Snow…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreWhat if your characters…
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…heard a noise coming from the hall closet and wondered if the cat had got in there. He opened the closet door, to see a man crouching…
By Peter Jonathan
Read More…and pulled and somehow managed to get free from their grip. He had to run, had to get away. He had to make his escape. He pushed them away from him. As he turned to flee, he felt a scratch on his arm. He swore and turned to see the nurse still smiling, the needle sunk deep into his arm…
By Chris Platt
Read More…at the house through the windscreen and tried to gather his thoughts. This was it. It was time to admit everything and face the consequences. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew he should have come sooner. It was time. Even if the outcome was bad for him, he would still…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreDear Readers, The Dark Hole…
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…Palakkad district of Kerala is devastatingly beautiful with her lovely green fields and the ever flowing Malampuzha river. The very entry of the village is so simple with an ordinary bus stop…
By Sujatha B
Read More…was in the pub with his friends. Every Friday night they would flock to the Nag’s Head, their local pub. They would laugh and talk and drink before staggering home to bed to sleep off the booze. They were all in their early twenties and had such busy social lives. There always…
By Chris Platt
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