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.
Screaming and shouting, angry at this freak facing me
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I can’t get the words out fast enough,
“Why is it everything you do fucks up?” I say,
A waste of time all around and no fix in sight.
“No one wants you.”
I walk away from the mirror.
By Walten Parson
Read MoreIntroduction by Writer: A Lover's Conversation
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“Tell me something I don’t know”, he said as I was snuggled up against him in the bedroom dark.
“If humans were killed at the rate we actually kill animals we’d be extinct in 17 years.”
“Wait what,” he chuckled.
“Fine, I’m not really sure if the poster said 17 years or 17 days,” I replied as I kissed the base of his throat.
“I meant about you.”
“Oh-”
A pregnant silence fell in between us for a long minute.
I could hear him resume his sleeping breathing pattern.
“Hey,” I called out before he could go back into nirvana.
By Deluxe Culture
Read MoreIntroducing 'Fuzz', a cute little rhyming tale of the life of a piece of fuzz. Written by Author Crystal Wenger who has previously published the funny, unique rhyming children's picture book Animiximals and who has many more to come!
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...washing machine and boy all the bubbles sure do get him clean.
He sleeps in pockets, dressers and drawers, floats on the breeze and sweeps across floors.
He often hides under the bed, and there he finds all his fuzzy fuzz friends. He makes his way from room to room but must take care to avoid the vacuum!
His favorite place to be is outside, when he hangs on the clothes on the clothes hanging line.
He's always being blown away, picked out of toes, dropped on the floor or sneezed out a nose.
He likes floating on the breeze or relaxing on pillows is very comfy, that's one of his favorite places to be.
Being a fuzz is a dream come...
By Crystal Wenger
Read MoreBy Callum Wallace
...Paul shook his. “I don’t understand. Why do you have to destroy me at all? I don’t think I like that idea.”
The spokes-alien gave a shrug of his tiny shoulders. “It’s quite safe. Imagine a two dimensional line. Take that line to your dimension, the third. It only ceases to exist in the sense that it is no longer two dimensional. If you think about it, it now exists even more! As a third dimensional shape, of course.”
The third alien piped up helpfully. “A rectangular prism.” This earned him a bony elbow to skinny ribs.
Bhob continued. “Yes, thank you Lendi.” He turned back to Paul, regarding him with over-large eyes. “In this way, so too must you be destroyed, and reborn as a fourth dimensional being.”
“Like you?”
The being smiled its beaked smile again. “Yes, like us.”
He raised his arms, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, like a vicar before a sermon.
Before he could speak, however, Paul interrupted. “Excuse, me sorry, one more thing. If you’re...
She works late. She works later. She works latest.
It’s always work. It’s always friends. It’s always family.
I have to go here. I have to go there. I have to go everywhere.
It felt like a lie, but I trust her. It felt strange like last time. It’s another lie.
She’s at work. She’s at the store? She’s in someone’s car?
That’s a coworker. That’s a family member? It’s a friend, isn’t it?
Work day ends early. Guess hers did too. Guess his did too.
35 years happily. 1 year confused. 36 years thrown away.
By Rupert Windsor
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"A true horror story about the aging process that will never be told anywhere else."
A few years ago I was working in a career that is highly physical, requiring heavy lifting and a lot of walking and standing. During this time I was also enjoying regular Brazilian Waxes. Ahhhhhhh..They are fantastic and worth the reasonable, quick pain, and embarrassment. I got busy and missed one or two, therefore, I was shaving what I could reach and attempted to shave "down under" if you know what I mean.
With one foot on the toilet, a mirror in one hand, the razor in the other, I began to attempt this difficult task. Honing the mirror into the correct position, my hoo haw "down under" was in full, plain view. We have all looked at our hoo haws before (don't you deny it) so I knew something was wrong. Very wrong. I took a closer look and gasped out loud. I may even have cussed. What I saw put me in mild shock. There was a creamy white, pink veined, "ball" right inside my...
Read MoreSometimes a scary meal doesn’t have to appear to be scary at all. Sometimes it doesn’t look, taste, or smell very different from your usual meals. What makes this one scary is what it’s made of or maybe what it’s made from. Finding out you’ve just eaten your favorite cat, you father, or you child. What meal could be scarier than that?
Walter Macklin
Read MoreYou find out that everyone you ever knew, met, and loved were dead long ago. Everything around you starts to slowly disappear. Then you look at your reflection in a mirror and realize you were just a broom all along.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read More...destroy the most patient of people. Energy begins to flow through his body, surging and pumping and slushing from and around his body. The warmth of togetherness takes over, but he’s alone. A connectivity with inanimate objects in the surrounding environment create understandable confusion, but he embraces where he is going. He agrees to be taken.
Breathing loses its automatic drive and becomes a conscious activity. No noise to be heard, but it sounds beautiful. Synesthesia has the walls melting into strawberry flavored silk and the leaves on trees solidifying into round loud clouds.
He’s confused, but refuses to let it scare him. There is something to be learned where he’s heading. As his confining walls vanish into the nothing behind him, reality is stripped away and he begins to lose the awareness of what makes him who he is. He is one with everything.
An overwhelming joy burst forth and rips his body to shreds. The glass from which his body is constructed shatters into a pile and liquefies, spreading evenly across...
By Carlos Zenof
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