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.
… shadows lingered a little longer than the month before, casting a cool, comforting shade over the world. When Eddie was out and about, crisp gold and brown leaves crunched under his feet, releasing a rich, earthy scent that signaled...
By Andy Cooper
Read More… paid for change with pain
over every word I prayed
for Leah, my wife,
but she strode out the …
By Andy Cooper
Read More…sat at the pine kitchen table. I sipped warm mocha coffee while she babysat Coke over rum. The morning light slowly seeped through the large, streakless window in the living…
By Andy Cooper
Read More… I started university, I set out to host regular parties in my flat. Two dozen people arrived for the first one and crammed themselves into my living room. We played music, talked loudly and drank, and …
By K. J. Watson
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…to forget who you
are so you can see me the way
I see you—an angel, nothing less,
and everything worth …
By Andy Cooper
Read More… finished mowing the yard of the two-story house he and his bride, Heather, had just purchased and took 36 seconds to sit on the front step to wipe his brow and admire the monarchs flirting with the…
By CraigE
Read More…the proprietor of Hum Yam Business Options Limited, was abundantly rich. I was his Personal Assistant whilst I worked in the company. He meant many things to different people- to some he was a good man, to others a …
By Lawal Rasheed
Read More… you swore you could
make a difference in a war zone.
You sat in a lakeside coffee shop,
drinking coffee and eating…
By Andy Cooper
Read More…shines bright
In the darkness of broken dreams,
Bright days lament
Another day…
By Andy Cooper
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