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 More…Christmas and New Year’s Eve I return to Satie’s music to understand my short Parisian stay and what happened in front of that flaming stove two days after André…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
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 MoreWatching for starfall or …
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…starfall in Alabama is matchless.
Superior scrutinizing occurs in darkness.
Most folks behold snow-like…
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreSometimes you plans don't…
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…was absent from this enchanting twilight.
Soon, we were in the middle of a dark, moonless night.
The atmosphere filled us with …
By Debby Hackbarth
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…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
Read MoreThere was just enough …
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… was in the passenger seat of Mac’s black Impala SS, a new ‘66 model. They were parked along the Mohawk River, near the bridge, in the valley. Crickets and peepers were screaming at each other for …
By D.A. Helmer
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