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.
…roared, fists raised, chanting as two people stepped forward and gripped onto each of my arms. I struggled against their painful holds, sobs breaking free as they jerked me out of the chamber and through the halls. Everyone walking in the halls stopped, see as my withering pleading body was forcibly dragged and pulled towards my premature…
By Cristina Collazo
Read More…was a good friend. Amie met her at choir practice. The two girls were a perfect match. Barbara was tall, Amie was short, Barbara lived on a farm, Amie lived in a high-rise condominium, Barbara wore blue jeans and boots and, except for today, Amie wore dresses and patent-leather sandals. Opposites attract and they certainly…
By Robert L. Scarry
Read MoreThis small writing is dedicated to those who suffer the anguish of "losing" a loved one.
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…me. It wouldn’t bother me; you would not be disturbing me at all. I am not concentrating on the paper; it just looks that way. Actually, I am watching you while reminiscing about days gone by, and realizing there are no “do overs” in this life. I wish there were... we had such good…
By Robert L. Scarry
…cry passionately, fighting against the chains with difficulty restraining me in place. “Please, stop, I can’t! I know what you’ve done. You’re a monster. How can you do this to Rachel and all those others?”
She convulsively tightened her unbreakable hold of Rachel’s ragged fur and thrust her down again. Her erratic movements were growing slowly. Weak. Twitches more than…
By Cristina Collazo
Read MoreHumanity is an art form often hidden from plain sight.
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Jordon just became a teenager. His Granny, who he thought was really an angel not a human, promised him a German chocolate cake with coconut frosting. He sensed that she was proud of him and it thrilled him to feel the hugs she gave him.
Granny worried about Jordon. She was from another era. When she took the bus to the mall she always sat in the back where she was more comfortable. At the mall she carefully checked to make certain there was no sign reading, “WHITES ONLY” before bending…
By Robert L. Scarry
A humorous piece on nursing home life.
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…only true thing about the name of Shady Valley Rest Home was that it was shady and not because it was surrounded by Oaks, but because the owners billed the government enough so the budget was met, the high salary for the CEO-owner was paid, and there were bonuses in cash to elected officials who were board members. The place was mostly clean (unless one looked in corners or under furniture); it certainly smelled clean with all the Glade plug-ins. Truth be told, a plug-in wasn’t going to completely cover the urine…
By Niles Reddick
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
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