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.
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…entry-way was similar to most homes of Victorian architecture. A large ornate door with a beveled glass window next to a frosted-glass panel of a flowering vine comprised the front wall. The highly polished hardwood flooring reflected the sunlight that entered through the glass and illuminated the tall clock with…
By Robert L. Scarry
Read More…protesters are milling around, trying to get organized…
Many of them aren’t quite sure what they’ll be protesting about…
Signs are passed out—a few folks leave in a huff—a few shrug—most get ready to march…
The protest goes through its planned course and only five people are…
By Alexander Zoltai
Read More…reluctantly opened my burning eyes, blinking against the brilliant light, eyes darting around to the haggard faces staring down at me. They were panicked, scared and suspicious. They were so full of violent hatred they didn’t observe small burns on their boots from where the water had splashed…
By Cristina Collazo
Read MoreAlex decides to find out why his class mate Maggie is so upset, the reason he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams!
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…healing magic of a dandelion spreads as its seeds parachute on the wind.’ Alex thought as he gazed across the meadow. Studded with the yellow flowers and fairy clocks of dandelions…
By Mason Bushell
Read More…all revealed in my defeat, my capture, ignoring the cries of misery and crimson cheeks of sorrow that my face adorned. They were going to kill me, and they loved it. Heavy feet walked closer, and some part of me knew that he hauled a bucket of water. My imminent death was approaching swiftly, but I kneeled there, wounded hands grabbing at the ground, unable to do…
By Cristina Collazo
Read More…the freaking window a dead carcass was observed being carried by a mob of vultures. The creaking sound of the crickets in the evening of the dusk vaporized the heat and a slight breeze of the evening air crossed passed through the window. The Jazz was playing in the stereo and a slight blue tinge of the curtain touched the floor. The deer-head with its antler horn was hung in the room above and a brownish leather jacket on the wooden beam reflected the dust in…
By Sushant Thapa
Read MorePossession…
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…in what he wanted, she continually refused.
He pushed a little too hard, she escaped.
Weeks went by…
She contacted…
By Alexander Zoltai
Read More…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
