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.
David was sitting at the writing desk in his study as he did most Sunday mornings. He sipped his Earl Grey tea from his cup and saucer, and stared out of the window over-looking the large garden. A bird, a robin perhaps, perched on the branch of a nearby…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreGareth was fed-up and feeling down. January had to be the toughest month of the year. Christmas had been wonderful, family and friends and lots of food and drink. But the dark, bleak days of January were just brutal. The initial…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreLynda headed down the street, eyeing the group with suspicion and hostility. As she passed by, she glared intently at them. They were just hanging around, loitering, lurking across the street. The group were trouble, she just knew…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreAs the boy and his best friend rode their bikes into town, he enthused about what a great day they would…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThis was the biggest week of her life. Gina Riley had been painting, drawing, sculpting and generally creating art for as long as she could recall. And in a few days’ time her work would be on display in an exhibition comprising entirely of her own art. It was…
By Chris Platt
Read More‘And then he says, I think it’s Colin!’ Dave said, delivering the punchline with all the enthusiasm of a Saturday night television…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA true story written for Valentine's Day.
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My fiancée and I seemed to have been waiting forever to move in together. We were due to be married a few months later, but the start of our…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreOne Thursday morning, as Barney was getting dressed, his mobile phone rang. It was the boss, Malcolm …
By Chris Platt
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