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.
Tom 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 MoreThis couple enjoyed wandering …
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We were an adventurous pair: a girl and a boy.
Our monthly meandering through the forest generated joy.
One springtime hike was filled with enormous …
By Debby Hackbarth
Read MoreIt all started with village folktales. Of ghosts loitering in the silence of midnight, stalking a wandering stranger or a lone recalcitrant youth returning home…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read MoreOne Thursday morning, as Barney was getting dressed, his mobile phone rang. It was the boss, Malcolm …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreRenowned 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
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