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.
… work phone you out of your working hours it can never be good news. Karl Connor stared at the display on his mobile phone for a moment before finally picking up. He had been working shifts delivering at the kebab for almost two…
By Chris Platt
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…heard a noise coming from the hall closet and wondered if the cat had got in there. He opened the closet door, to see a man crouching…
By Peter Jonathan
Read More…looked around the function room. His cousin’s 30th birthday party was in full swing. He always found this kind of bash depressing. Everyone always seemed to be coupled off and loved up. And, as usual, he was on his own. His aunt…
By Chris Platt
Read More…and pulled and somehow managed to get free from their grip. He had to run, had to get away. He had to make his escape. He pushed them away from him. As he turned to flee, he felt a scratch on his arm. He swore and turned to see the nurse still smiling, the needle sunk deep into his arm…
By Chris Platt
Read More…at the house through the windscreen and tried to gather his thoughts. This was it. It was time to admit everything and face the consequences. He knew what he had done was wrong. He knew he should have come sooner. It was time. Even if the outcome was bad for him, he would still…
By Chris Platt
Read More…was in the pub with his friends. Every Friday night they would flock to the Nag’s Head, their local pub. They would laugh and talk and drink before staggering home to bed to sleep off the booze. They were all in their early twenties and had such busy social lives. There always…
By Chris Platt
Read More… stepped through the double-doors and into the social club. He was puzzled for a moment by the darkness inside. He had arranged to play a few frames of pool with his brother in law and was due to…
By Chris Platt
Read More…say the destination
Is the purpose of our trip
Others say the journey’s
the reward…
By Mike Turner
Read More… wait in wonder as the light begins to fade
And mist appears, mysterious, as if to set the stage
Where sits a single smooth-faced stone, in silent solitude
Demanding my attention, my eyes unblinked…
By Ranger CR
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