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.
…placed the mugs of tea down for himself and for his wife Debbie. He joined her on the sofa. It was still only early evening. They had a nice couple of hours before bed. He gave Debbie a nudge and suggested putting a film on. There was a new spy…
By Chris Platt
Read More…did not really need to buy a new book, her shelves at home were crammed full of books she had not read, but as any reader will tell you, you cannot have too many books. The temptation to buy another book is just too great, it’s like an itch that you can’t help …
By Chris Platt
Read MoreTommy Camilleri had been part of the Falcone crime family for years. The media referred to the New York family business as a criminal organisation but for Tommy it meant more than that. It was the life they had chosen. Tommy and his associates had sworn an oath to the Family. That meant something. It was as unbreakable and as personal as…
By Chris Platt
Read More…pulled into the caravan site. He looked around in astonishment. The place looked exactly the same as it had twenty years ago. His mind went back to holidays with his best friend, Steve, and both sets of…
By Chris Platt
Read More… life at high school was a struggle. The lessons were okay, he enjoyed his studies, but he found it hard to make friends. Maybe his shoulder-length hair didn’t help. It made him stand out and as a teenager at high school, it was important …
By Chris Platt
Read More…home from work was due in just over twenty minutes. Steve Robertson always found that he was a little too late for the earlier train, and inevitably had to wait for the...
By Chris Platt
Read More…anyone heard of the attack was when word went around that something was happening at the university library. That was all the text messages and social media posts said. Something was happening. Details were always sketchy at the start of …
By Chris Platt
Read More…wheeled her bicycle out of the garage. Out on the street, she peddled her bike along as quickly as she could. She was running late for work. The management weren’t too strict but she didn’t want to push her luck. She had slept in…
By Chris Platt
Read More…wife shook him gently by the shoulder to wake him. Ray sat up in bed. Ellen was beside him, a look of concern on her …
By Chris Platt
Read More…had been going around the country investigating ghost sightings for almost two decades. He was the author of several books on the subject and hosted a weekly podcast. Today he would be investigating a haunted …
By Chris Platt
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