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.
…was the time of the pandemic. On most days Muriel Blenkinsopp did not venture out of her house on High Street in Ashleyville, Ohio. She lived by herself, her husband having died five years before, and her children were now at home in another state a few hours away. She didn't even have a dog, though she would have liked one, but they seemed too much trouble to take care of. She didn't like cats very…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read More…looked down at my grandson, and a tear had filled his eye
He looked up and said “Papa, why is it things must die?”
His pleading eyes sought wisdom and I stammered just a bit
And tried to think, before I spoke, of proper words to…
By James Geehring
Read More…teeming crowd withdraws
Or I from it
Each shrinking from the other
Retreating down a long…
By Mike Turner
Read More…dining table in my house,
a battlefield as it has always been,
with four worn out chairs and a table adorned with scratches
rests in an often visited yet gloomy corner of the…
By Tamanna Malik
Read MoreA piece on Generation Snowflake
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…term adopted for the new generation of young people, specifically those who are prone to take offence in discussion. It is argued that such young people lack the emotional resilience of previous generations in their tendency to get upset at having people disagree with…
By C.M.C Martin
Read MoreDealing with disorder of pandemic and mental health issues
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…is no lead up, or warning signs, maybe being centre of this whirlpool; dealing with social distance, no job, not being able to see my family, meant I couldn’t see eddies nor feel how my world went further eschew. Looking back, I wonder if I was a different person, who fell into a hole, unable to craw…
By Karen Lethlean
Read More…the bombardment intensifies, she curls in the fetal position, hands clamped over ears. The bunker shakes, concrete walls quivering like paper, shockwaves vibrating through her bones. Screams catch in her throat as, all alone, she endures it. But when the onslaught eventually ceases, she crawls determinedly from her sanctuary to survey the wasteland she once called…
By Helen M Merrick
Read MoreA day in the life of heroin addict Santiago and the search for his girlfriend.
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…drinking at Jeff's Pub with a guy who enjoys my company for some strange reason. My guess, he's entertained by my witty, sarcastic and what he considers humorous dialogue. This guy is obnoxious, poor hygiene , a bigot, a racist and a dedicated Catholic with a firm belief in God. He is also my Barber…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…walked down the aisles of the classroom, returning the marked exercise books to her pupils. The seven-year olds flicked to the latest pages to see what marks they had been given. Some were happy with the marks they had been given. They waved their open books for their friends to see, boasting about their mark. Others huffed and tutted, closing their books flat on the desk and saying…
By Chris Platt
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