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.
Partly fact, shrouded in fiction.
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…had turned ten, just eleven days before that fateful car ride home. We were coming back from Big Daryl’s annual Chrysler dealership Christmas party. My dad was a salesman there, Big Daryl my Uncle. I spent my childhood surrounded by hemi engines and Alcoholic men. That night I got into the car and fell…
By C.L. Norby
Read MoreWrote this in about half an hour and just loved the wholly…
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…hoped that the frightful feeling that had come upon her would fade by the time she got home. The drive from her campus was nearly twenty minutes, plenty of time she thought, to shake off her illogical suspicions. However, rather than decreasing, the overwhelming sense of being watched only…
By C.L. Norby
Read More…happened to that new lab coat assistant, oh Owen?”
“Fell in the staging vat.”
“They all fall in that staging vat, yeah seen it a hundred…
By C.L.Norby
Read More…sun is setting over the western mountain range as a young man who looks to be reaching adulthood stands beside a coffin. There are no more than ten people in the cemetery with him, waiting for him to…
By C.L.Norby
Read More…finished! You know that right? Doesn’t matter how many times you go all in on a bluff, your luck is starting to look like a dry well in a desert ghost town,” said Isaiah, while he glanced at the two and eight in his hand, still debating over whether or not he wanted to place a…
By C.L.Norby
Read More…could any of them possibly know what it was like to suffer, to wake up every morning disappointed that death hadn’t taken them away in the night. No one could possibly understand the undeniable feeling Cadmus couldn’t shake, that the best things in life continued to avoid him purely because life seemed to hate his face. He sat on the bus bench every morning watching them go by…
By C.L.Norby
Read MoreWe hope things will get better but nobody wants to put in the work, they just wait
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…many days that can run full red, first the jobsite tried to bleed you dry again, then you came home to find your wife’s bleeding heart being served as the main dish. “Nothing special,” she said when asked about dinner. Yohan found this particular day, this last Saturday in September would become…
By C.L.Norby
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