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.
In this moment, on this planet, in this galaxy, my cats Chowder and Kitty are probably asleep. Franklin is probably sitting on top of April while tanning under the light bulb. Layla is waiting for us to come home. She won’t dare poop until we arrive. At this moment I am writing while wishing I were a cat, dog or maybe even a turtle.
By Katerine Applegate
Read MoreTime to sweep up a room that has never been used. Sweep and mop up a dead living room. A sofa that’s never sat on. A television that’s never turned on. A Christmas tree only appreciated by the cats who enjoy laying under it when they’re not on the sofa. The room decorated for no one.
By Carli Toney
Read MoreYou were what a mother should be. I miss the nights when you read me bedtime stories before I went to sleep. I remember one night you came in my room worried. You swore you heard me crying, but nothing was wrong. Later that night I did cry in pain and you ran in, again, this time to take care of me. I don’t remember why, but it seemed like magic. You knew before anything was actually wrong. Maybe you still remember that strange night. I need to ask you about it. The mother I lived with is no mother to me or anyone else it seems.
By Carter Moore
Read MoreLast weekend wasn’t too bad. Our dog Bagel and I waited in our car listening to music while Tim cleaned the snow off the car. Next day he helped the neighbors clean the rest of the street. I stayed inside playing videogames.
By Riley Martin
Read MoreI am wearing a uniform now pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m doing my best to act as though I care. I do what I’m told. I try my best to pay attention but sometimes thoughts seem more entertaining. I don’t want to be noticed. I don’t want to be talked to. I just need a distraction. I need to escape this uniform, the pattern that I’m stuck in. maybe I just need something new. But new things get old pretty quickly.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreAverage living room, kitchen, dining room and bathroom.
Additional half bathroom in case one is busy.
Most importantly five bedrooms.
1. My wife and I.
2. For my beautiful daughter.
3. For my beautiful son.
4. For my office.
5. For guests.
I wake up and remember this is illegal in my country.
By Katherine Nefeli
Read MoreI wonder what will happen next. I daydream about the past, wondering what I could have done differently. I stress about the present.
I worry what’ll happen if I lose a part-time job without finding a new one.
I feel rushed, but I always feel rushed, stressed, and a failure before I have actually done anything.
The flies are driving me crazy. It’s hard to concentrate with them around me. Now I can’t drink my coffee. Not when I keep catching one sitting on the cup. Persistent bugs annoying me. Killed one at least.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreI wish it wasn’t so hot and sticky. I wish I had more energy to stay awake. I wish I could take a nap.
I wish I could sleep better at night. I wish the cats didn’t fight every morning while I’m still trying to go to sleep.
I wish his headaches went away. I wish he was happy. I wish we were living on our own. I wish I had a better job.
I wish my parents were happy. I wish my sister wasn’t so stressed out. I wish I wasn’t so stressed out.
I wish I were writing. I wish I had a story to tell. I wish I were more interesting. I wish I could scratch that writer’s itch.
By Mary Glenn
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