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.
Man goes for a walk after a breakup.
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…walked along the path. On his left was the vast beach, with waves crashing along its shores. He had already passed two of the lifeguard towers, a few restrooms most people avoided, and an outdoor shower wall.
He could also see a few large tankers a few miles from shore, and a handful of small boats. In the distance there was an oil rig, and he tried to remember when they were given permission to…
By Alex Almeida
…don't think I could lie that I’ve slain the dragon. But I can at least lie about Rachel. I ask her if I can slice her hand. A little blood and fur should be convincing enough.
“I know you think you're being heroic, or something but this is dumb. Your plan can’t succeed. Let’s stick together. We’ll figure something out.” Her voice calm and cool as if nothing were wrong.
“No there’s no time for that. I just want to get this done with. I don’t want anyone to get hurt. And if I don’t make it that’s…
By Cristina Collazo
…I entered no longer looked like the cave. It felt as if I had been teleported to a new location. I entered an enormous room.
It isn’t until I let go, I realized I had been squeezing my breath; my lungs are burning. The dragon is staring at me. I stare back. Stared stiffly up at the…
By Cristina Collazo
Read More…she is again still wearing the big white hat that covers her hair and hides her face with a shadow. The dark blue band contrasts with the yellow flowers resting on the broad floppy brim. Standing on the gazebo she appears both angelic and regal. The full length dress could be mistaken for a robe or a royal cloak.
I've seen her before... but where? It certainly was not here on this gazebo; it was recently constructed. Why can I…
By Robert L. Scarry
Read MoreModern educators stress the value of the sciences; reality underscores the need for the arts.
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…was a scientist; he was an engineer, and he had an idea. He thought it was genius; it would, in his mind, make him a fortune. His father, laughed; he said it was a “pipe dream." "If you wish to be rich, you should follow a different path,” he said pontifically. “Scientists don’t get rich; they become famous. Business majors get rich,” he explained to a dipondent son. Vladimir believed his analytical mind could cope with any challenge and proceeded with his…
By Robert L. Scarry
Read More…the insistent ringing in my ears quiets, and I start to feel the cold sweat on my body. I wake up the other two.
I wake up having a stomach ache.
The air was refreshing in the early morning as we walked up the abandoned unkempt path. The familiar sounds of the woods gently waking in the new day surround us. I paused, suck in the fresh air, and closed my eyes. As I opened my eyes again, I carefully look around the surrounding pine, mighty oak, and cedar trees, the birds fluttering through the majestic…
By Cristina Collazo
Read MoreOnly mom can generate this much love.
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…pulled the glove-shaped pot holder over her hand. Opening the oven door she felt a rush of hot air against her face. It made her flinch and back away from the stove. The pumpkin pie on the center rack filled the kitchen with the delightful aroma of cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger.
She didn’t mind the crack in the custard filling, or the darkened rim of the…
By Robert L. Scarry
Read More…we’re getting ready to leave town, a young stops us. I don’t know how he knows me, but I don’t know him. He says he’s a fan of mines...
“A fan of what?” I ask confused.
“You’re exotic catches,” he snickered.
“My fishing?”
“You’re a legend in the fisherman world…”
“No way,” I can’t believe that but Titan seems to believe him.
“I know my finds can sometimes be rare, but those are completely fortunate.”
He doesn’t believe me. “No way,” he…
By Cristina Collazo
Ever wonder what the animals discuss at the Dog Park?
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…and Roscoe were buddies. They generally got together every week at the park. Without leashes they were free to run and compare their days. “So what’s new with you?” Roscoe began the interrogation. Barkly always had something going on.
“We got a cat.”
“Really? How is that working out?”
“That feline bitch is about to ruin my life.” Roscoe realized he was about to instigate a…
By Robert L. Scarry
A flash-fiction by Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino
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…sign read OPEN 24 HOURS. It hung beneath a giant red and yellow scallop that wheezed each time a wind pushed across its cracked and sun-blasted surface. Dave Mannion, former stock car racer and one-time owner of a ’56 Corvette, was standing at its base scuffing the weeds into heaps with his soiled work shoes. The station grounds had been neglected, weeds jostled through the chaps in the ill-laid asphalt paving. Dust was accumulating everywhere. The dry hot wind was ceaseless, and the Carson City weather made no mention of rain. He felt…
By Gregory Vincent St. Thomasino
