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 there is not enough data it is better to acknowledge ignorance than it is to invent absurdity.
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…does it happen that two persons of equal intelligence, rationality, and good will can come to equally opposite interpretations of the very same set of facts? It is something that has puzzled me for a very long time. Now I think I have ways to explain some of the mystery. I believe the oddity known to psychologists…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreHiking in rural Derbyshire (UK) can transport you into Britain's Celtic past
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…narrow, slippery path leads me to the very top of the hill, dominating the endless fields around Birchover, a tiny traditional village in rural…
By Valeriya Salt
Read MoreUncle Roscoe started each day with a generous helping of oatmeal.
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…years of hanging out on the planet it finally occurred to me to wonder where I came from. I knew quite a bit about my immediate genesis of course, but I knew nothing about the deeper roots tangled in the obscurity of…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreWe know more about the surface of the moon than we do about the bottom of the ocean.
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…is about six miles deep at its deepest depth in the Pacific’s Mariana Trench. The pressure at that depth is eight tons per sq. inch. The pressure at Ocean’s average depth of fifteen thousand feet is about six tons per sq. inch. No wonder little more than five percent of the Ocean deep has been…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreThe battle slogs on relentlessly.
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…motes of dust dance in the light, gracefully swirling inside the beam that reveals what the darkness hides. There is no trace of even the slightest movement of air. What makes the motes dance? Some sort of electromagnetic energy? Something else? I don’t know. Where did all this dust come from? If the beam…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreKilling them would have been the straightforward solution. I didn't want to kill them. I wanted them gone.
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…come bent on pillage and plunder, roaming tribes driven from their native home to invade mine. No doubt they have heroic ballads celebrating the boldest among them, justifying their ravaging ways…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreI can remember almost everything past the age of two. How could I have gotten this wrong?
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…moved West to seek his fortune. He set out from Cainsville, Missouri on some unknown day in the 1880’s with little more to sustain him than hope and ambition, he worked his way across the country until he reached the San Juaquin Valley in central California. He got there just in time…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…was a sunny day in April on 55th Road in Elmhurst, Queens. I was almost six years old. Alice Harrington, who lived across the street, had invited me to her play house, built by her grandfather. The wooden house with white walls and green shutters had a realistic gabled roof and benches inside where we could sit. The little house was in the middle of a garden, so in the spring and summer time it seemed to me an…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read MoreThis is a piece I wrote about growing up gay in the…
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…suppose I'm an old romantic at heart. Even though I should know better, I still adhere to the old school notion of 'true love'. I tried deeply to dismiss it - telling myself it was all too complicated and that I couldn't possibly put my body through the angst of uncertainty that comes…
By Ashley Mangtani
Read MoreThis is a very short nonfiction piece loosely based on the theme of war about a recent event in my household.
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…adult daughter, Sophie, recently moved home from a distant state after the traumatic break up of her live-in relationship. She explained that living in his house was no longer an option. We knew she would arrive with her beloved cat, Posey, in tow. But we also have two adored cats, Nalen and Juniper, and our household…
By Kathy Miller
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