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.
Carl Thomas read the rejection letter from the publishers and sighed. He had been writing since his teenage years. It was the thing he was most passionate about. He lived for writing. Putting the words on the page, telling these stories…
By Chris Platt
Read MorePete peered out the windscreen trying to tie up the road ahead with the Sat Nav map on the dashboard. He shook his head. There was no doubt about it. They were lost. Pete and his wife Emma had booked a week’s stay at the …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreWhen my wife Pauline suggested we spend our week’s holiday in Spain, I agreed straight away. Spain had always been special to me. I had been fascinated by the country since I was a child. My parents had taken me to Spain on holiday when I was …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreIt was early evening when Will joined his friend in the pub. While all his friends were gathering to watch the football on the big screen televisions, Will was more interested in the catch-up rather than the sport. He was there for …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreI’ve been writing stories since he was a kid. Being a writer was all I ever wanted to be. It was a childhood hobby that I never quite grew out of. All my family and friends would read my stories. As soon as I finished typing up my story, I would…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreLisa had no idea how she got there. She sat up and took in her surroundings. She was bed, in a bedroom, with morning sunlight spilling in through the gaps in the curtains. A man in his thirties entered the …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreTom followed the directions on his Sat Nav, peering through the windscreen, trying to tie up the road up ahead, with the lines on the small screen on the dashboard. He repeated the name of the old place to himself, as though that …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreLiam has always known he was adopted. His adoptive parents had always been honest about that. He did see Alan and Josie, who raised him, as his parents, but now, in his late twenties, he started to wonder about his biological parents. The idea niggled at…
By Chris Platt
Read More‘Oliver,’ Kevin called up the stairs, ‘dinner’s ready.’
Kevin paused a moment waiting for a response, any response, any sign of life …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreIn the summer of 2025, for one magical moment, it felt as though we were back in the 1990s. In my mind, I was no longer in my mid-forties; with a beer-gut, a mortgage and an office job I hated, I was a skinny teenage student once more. For one night only, we could…
By Chris Platt
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