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.
…a fly trapped in my suit. It buzzes on and on trying to discover an escape. Sorry fly I don’t think so. The buzzing sound is annoying. I can’t do anything about this but wait it out. I tried killing it in a strange kind of way. I tried forcing my body against the armor in the hopes that I would…
By Cristina Collazo
Read More…again used words to escape from her mouth—hellish, revolting, fiery words…
The doctor was stunned—the orderlies escaped from the room—her visiting mother fainted away…
Megan, thin as a waif, trembling in her fury, uttering warnings to the world, gave up the ghost and…
By Alexander Zoltai
Read More…wake up in the woods, feeling like all my organs have been scrubbed like potatoes. My stomach bites with hunger, but not as much as usual. Which probably means I ate another squirrel. Full moons are fun, but sometimes I wonder if they're worth the mornings…
By Cristina Collazo
Read MoreI sat there in my desk, just starring into my paperwork until everything started to disappear. I told my manager I had to leave and was on my way to be with my love.
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…get out of here." "Right now?" Adrenaline was pulsing through my body, I left work early to see her. She worked at a diner, back of the house, all the kitchen guys were dying to have her. "Yes, let's…
By Victoria Blanco
Read MoreIf you don't want an answer; don't ask the question.
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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
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