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.
Todd Barton needed a drink and a bit of peace and quiet. It had been an exhausting few days. He had flown in to Manchester, England from his native Kansas City, Missouri. He was in the UK for a week, to oversee the opening of his firm’s new …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreBilly Matthews was looking forward to the trip to the Lake District. While his friends were driving up together on the Friday, Billy would be catching the train on the Saturday morning, as he couldn’t get the Friday …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreOn October 14, 1888, newly-betrothed Camille and Margaret Montegomery moved into their brand new home built especially for them, a wedding present from the bride’s wealthy parents. That night both young lovers died in their sleep from …
By CraigE
Read MoreI had always been something of a cynic. Whether it was religion, superstition, or a theory about aliens, I just found a lot of things hard to believe. When my friend phoned to tell me there was a psychic night being held in our local pub, and asked if I wanted to …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreI’m 78 years old. And still learning.
Like most Baby Boomers, I’m navigating a digital world with an analog-trained mind.
Every day brings another small …
By Don Gardiner
Read MoreMark Irvine stared at the ceiling in the darkness of his bedroom. He shook his head. Why wouldn’t the words come to him? They always had in the past, and the writer had assumed they always would. But over the past eighteen…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreLiam Brown headed home from another bad day at the office. The bus was forty minutes late and crammed with unhappy commuters. Grumbling under his breath, he showed the driver his monthly ticket and pushed his way …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreDS Paul Cole took a sip of tea and stared at the information taped to the white boards. There were images from the crime scene and a recent photo of the deceased. Martin Ellroy was thirty-seven years old. He was a well-known author …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreMy name’s Wardle Stuebner, and I once shared a stagecoach with the meanest schoolmarm you ever saw. She sure didn't look like trouble at first, I mean she worn,t one of them neat bonnets that tied in front, hands folded all polite …
By Dave Painter
Read MoreMy name is Wardle Stuebner, and I’m a ranch hand ;been one for nearly all my life, or at least as far back as I can remember. This here’s my tale of a cattle drive and the goings-on beforehand back in the spring of …
By Anonymous
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