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.
…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
Read MoreWhen a child thinks their…
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… resting her hands on top of the waist-high parapet, and couldn’t help but emit a gentle sigh at the tranquil solitude she found herself in. She lowered her chin onto her hands and gazed dreamily across the red-tiled rooftops to the vineyards…
By Peter Jonathan
Read More…came to town, hung the sheriff in the town square, and called for the mayor. She entered the saloon, removed her coat, and took a seat. A bartender went to his feet to serve Darlena a frosty fountain mug with foam bubbling over the…
By Andy Cooper
Read More…when she saw the figure, dropping her mug of tea to the floor. She looked on in disbelief as the ghostly figure of a woman, walked through the kitchen. The figure wore a flowing white dress under a blue denim jacket. The vision had a spectral …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreInside the library the…
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…descended early on the library parking lot, due to the autumn fall season change, instigating Becky Sue, to sit by the window, inside the coffee shop, pen and …
By Marc OBrien
Read More… shadows lingered a little longer than the month before, casting a cool, comforting shade over the world. When Eddie was out and about, crisp gold and brown leaves crunched under his feet, releasing a rich, earthy scent that signaled...
By Andy Cooper
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