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.
…was in the pub with his friends. Every Friday night they would flock to the Nag’s Head, their local pub. They would laugh and talk and drink before staggering home to bed to sleep off the booze. They were all in their early twenties and had such busy social lives. There always…
By Chris Platt
Read More…shrugged into his dressing gown and went downstairs to join his wife in the kitchen. He found Debbie hurriedly making herself a cup of tea before she had to dash off to the office. As she took a sip of her tea, she gave…
By Chris Platt
Read More…logged onto his laptop computer and opened up the video-call app. His wife, Claire, joined him, as they waited for the weekly call. Charlie’s father, Michael, would call from his prison cell…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA moment of hallucination…
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…came up the front walk holding a pamphlet. A tan shoulder bag hung low. Reed peeked through a crack in the curtain and thought: She’s a babe. Good looking. Stylish. The doorbell rang and shortly…
By D.A. Helmer
Read More…on the steering wheel, sending the pick-up truck skidding around the corner. Simon, in the passenger seat, and Kathy in the back, slid and swayed with the rocking of the vehicle. The bank robbery had gone well. They had made it away with the loot. Now, they just had to make their…
By Chris Platt
Read More…flailed about on his bed, entangled in a mass of sweaty sheets and blankets. David slowly started to come out of his stupor, stuck in a surreal and frightening dimension between sleep and wakefulness. His eyelids felt stuck together and his mouth was…
By The Sicilian Storyteller
Read More…an exhausting effort of trying to make the driver understand that he should stop on the hilltop “in front of the stairs that reached up to the cemetery road” at the beginning of that slope that descended towards my home. He could hardly understand my…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read More…letter into the unsent bundle, accumulated life after life.
Words written never sent, whisper to the air.
Letters I should have received, only you too never…
By Akata Vesta
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