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.
The true story about my…
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… up within walking distance of Old Trafford football ground, it would have been the most natural thing in the world, for me to be a fan of Manchester United. Fans from all over…
By Chris Platt
Read More… just felt sad this morning. The sadness hung around her shoulders and seemed to push down on her chest. She had been close to her aunt Sheila and the funeral today would be tough. Sheila had been in her eighties, and poorly for a while, but her passing …
By Chris Platt
Read More… life at high school was a struggle. The lessons were okay, he enjoyed his studies, but he found it hard to make friends. Maybe his shoulder-length hair didn’t help. It made him stand out and as a teenager at high school, it was important …
By Chris Platt
Read More…Paige knotted his dressing-gown around his waist, and headed downstairs. His wife Elaine was sipping a cup of tea, already dressed for work. He grinned and bid her a…
By Chris Platt
Read More…hugged her friends good-night. She was ready for home. It had been a good night catching up over a few drinks in the city centre bars. Now with her feet hurting from her new shoes, and her ears ringing from the noise of the music and chat…
By Chris Platt
Read More…crossing the building site on his latest property development when his mobile phone rang. He picked up and listened as maintenance worker called Devon, from an apartment block on Salford Quays…
By Chris Platt
Read More…sun was a ghost, a pale circle smothered by the constant haze of ash that clung to the air. Cities stood like tombstones, hollowed shells of their former selves, where silence reigned except for the hum of distant…
By Lena Rivera
Read MoreWhen boxer Liam was…
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…Liam Brodie, boxing was life. There was nothing better than the sport. When he wasn’t training at the boxing gym, he was watching the sport on television or at his local…
By Chris Platt
Read More…approached the prison gates with trepidation. Was he really about to do this? He was excited to be working on the biggest story of his life, but as the metal gates clanged and slowly slid open, he felt like turning and running back to the station and catching the…
By Chris Platt
Read More…was feeling good on his Friday night drive home. It was the height of summer and the world seemed a wonderful place. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the classical music playing on the car-stereo. It had been a good day in the car…
By Chris Platt
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