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.
Renowned theatre director Toby Armitage arrived at the play-house just before nine o’clock in the morning. He was handed a cup of coffee and shown through to the auditorium. He removed his silk scarf and found a seat in the middle of the aisle…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreKeith Martin was in coffee shop, grabbing his morning coffee, on the way to the office. He was about to leave with this take-out coffee, when someone called…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreHaving spent over an hour and a half crawling through rush-hour traffic, Pete Winston arrived at the office more fed up than usual. As Pete got to his desk his phone was ringing. Whenever there was a phone call at work it meant there was a …
By Chris Platt
Read More… time I saw her I knew she was the one. I never believed in love at first sight until that moment. That very second, as soon as I saw her, I knew I was hooked. I was on the park for my morning stroll as usual, and she was out for a run. As she rushed by me…
By Chris Platt
Read More…arrived at the pub just before seven o’clock. He scanned the bar, which was rather quiet as it was a mid-week night, and there was no quiz or football on TV to bring in the crowds. There was no sign of his friend Dean. His friend still might turn up…
By Chris Platt
Read More…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 More…away frantically, lost in the story, completing the last line in his notebook. He grabbed a fresh notepad and, pushed the sleeves of his dressing gown up, and continued writing the story he was currently working on. Other writers preferred a desk, but he found the comfort of the living room sofa was the best place to…
By Chris Platt
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
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