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.
When a child thinks their…
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… resting her hands on top of the waist-high parapet, and couldn’t help but emit a gentle sigh at the tranquil solitude she found herself in. She lowered her chin onto her hands and gazed dreamily across the red-tiled rooftops to the vineyards…
By Peter Jonathan
Read More…when she saw the figure, dropping her mug of tea to the floor. She looked on in disbelief as the ghostly figure of a woman, walked through the kitchen. The figure wore a flowing white dress under a blue denim jacket. The vision had a spectral …
By Chris Platt
Read More… paced up and down the small back-stage area at the book shop. It wasn’t every day you did a book-signing for your debut novel. She actually couldn’t believe this was finally happening. The writing process was long…
By Chris Platt
Read More…knew things weren’t going well with Lorraine. That was just life, or married life in particular. Life wasn’t some romance novel, not some rom-com film. In real life your partner drove you crazy, you argued, then made up, and then got on with…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreAbout how I became…
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… a line from a gangster film I saw once, ever since I can remember I wanted to be… a writer. To me, being a writer was better than being the heavyweight champion of the world, better than playing football for England or for Manchester United…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThe true story of the lengths my …
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…was just finishing his shift at the butchers shop on Thursday afternoon, when the shop owner, Louis patted him on the …
By Chris Platt
Read More… I started university, I set out to host regular parties in my flat. Two dozen people arrived for the first one and crammed themselves into my living room. We played music, talked loudly and drank, and …
By K. J. Watson
Read More… found a free seat on the bus. As the bus trundled its way across the city, he rummaged in his rucksack for his pen and paper. The traffic was the usual rush-hour gridlock. He didn’t mind the morning slog. The journey to work gave him chance to work on his latest...
By Chris Platt
Read More…took a sip of his pint of beer and sighed. It had been a bad day at the office, so rather than chilling on his sofa that evening, he’d opted to go to the pub over the road for a few drinks. He ordered a pint of cold, crisp lager and found a spot on a stool at a tall…
By Chris Platt
Read More…had been dating Ryan Barrett for just over twelve months. Things were going well. They were going strong. Judy was happy with where things were going, and hopeful and excited to see what the future held for the two of …
By Chris Platt
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