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.
…acrid scent of medications, loose bowels, and disinfectant engulfed us as Jeanne, my mother-in-law, opened the front door of the stately grey colonial in Connecticut where she and Bob, her husband had lived for twenty-five years. Deep lines framed her violet eyes. Beneath them lay circles dark from lack of sleep. Although it was a sunny June day, the air in the house was stifling and…
By Christine Corrigan
Read MoreGrieving is not something any of us look forward to. But, the gifts contained in the experience of grieving are rich with opportunities for healing.
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…admit it. None of us like to grieve. It is not something we ask for. It is not something we look forward to. It is not something we hope…
By John C. Davis
Read MoreA brief essay on the loss of my best friend. Inspired by the prompt, "Time of Death".
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…part of her died the day she was diagnosed. Pancreatic Cancer. She once told me she would have taken any other Cancer: breast, liver, colon, stomach. The survival rate for Pancreatic Cancer is 9%. I was convinced that my best friend, Sonya, would be one of those 9%. Sonya was one of those people…
By Christine Obst
Read MoreMusings on the death of my father
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…rang the front doorbell for the third time and followed it by banging on the edge of the security door. Her client was deaf but usually, after the second ring, she would hear him shuffling to answer the door. The house was as secure as Fort Knox. There were deadlocks on both doors and all the windows. Security doors…
By Alexandra de Fircks
Read More…year English is located in the portables on the far side of campus. Too far removed from the rest of the school to be under the awnings that serve as umbrellas during the rainy fall season.
Someone’s sneakers squish and squeak as they make their way to their seat. My hair drip, drip, drips mini puddles…
By Kelsey Taylor
Read More…body stopped working
the mind went blank
the soul – if he had one –
is off to Heaven or…
By Joseph Arechavala
Read More…I overheard the phrase “about to die”
And realized every moment, that to all, it did apply.
At each and every clock strike there are those that make it through
While others see the instant when they know the phrase is...
By James Geehring
Read MoreSuicide death of a gay man.
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…sketched your face in
the midst of a bleached sky;
touching the cool wet...
By Ken Allan Dronsfield
Read More…stood with my friend, Joanne, and my two oldest children in Joanne’s living room in her home in West Orange. My family and hers had spent many happy times here celebrating together. New Year’s Eve. The Fourth of July. Birthdays. Joanne yanked her floral curtains back. The sun streamed through her large bay…
By Kitta MacPherson
Read MoreIt is a story that tells how to return from death ruined my life.
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…al fin, un raro frío en los huesos me obligó a abrir los ojos de golpe, alrededor todo era de rojo a gris, algo me limitaba el cuello, así que recorrí mis alrededores con la mirada, yacía involuntariamente inerte en horizontal, recostado en lo que parecía ser una cama de… (Translation Inside)…
By Charlie Vital
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