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.
…Tina got dressed for work, all he could think about was the argument with Jimmy the night before. They had been arguing in the street. As well as the embarrassment of airing their dirty laundry in public, as they say, there was the strain it was putting on their …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA pilgrim bound for Earth…
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… bowed in the direction of Earth, completed the Isha prayer, rolled up his mat, and stowed it under the …
By Michael McCormick
Read More…stopped off at the corner shop on his way home from work, as he did every Friday night. The guy behind the counter smiled as he …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThere was just enough …
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… was in the passenger seat of Mac’s black Impala SS, a new ‘66 model. They were parked along the Mohawk River, near the bridge, in the valley. Crickets and peepers were screaming at each other for …
By D.A. Helmer
Read More… paced up and down the small back-stage area at the book shop. It wasn’t every day you did a book-signing for your debut novel. She actually couldn’t believe this was finally happening. The writing process was long…
By Chris Platt
Read More… found a free seat on the bus. As the bus trundled its way across the city, he rummaged in his rucksack for his pen and paper. The traffic was the usual rush-hour gridlock. He didn’t mind the morning slog. The journey to work gave him chance to work on his latest...
By Chris Platt
Read More… pulled her taxi cab up to the kerb. Her next passengers waved as she approached. They were a couple in their seventies and were lugging music cases and stands with them. As they clambered in the back, with all their luggage, Wendy asked where they …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe 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
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