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.
…lush forest ended at a crossroads she stood at ease carefully looking at a stone post. Farther on there was a vacant clearing. The gloomy forest had enormous ghastly trees. She searches actively through the magnificent trees until she properly discovers something she genuinely desires to gift me before generously helping me return to Freymoor. Mother nature eagerly surveys the horizon, gently lifting her kind eyes…
By Cristina Collazo
Read MoreLove and Hate? What's the answer?
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…her was the easy part. The hard part was explaining why he did it. Perhaps the simple answer was they disagreed. If he said, ”yes,” she said, “no.” If he said, “up,” she said, “down.” And that’s how it always went. Yet, she always got her…
By Robert L. Scarry
Read MoreToday's Youth benefits from the events of the past
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…a different time ... neighborhoods were established, everyone knew the kids playing in the yards, and their parents. Kids knew to return home when the street-lights came on, and young lovers walked hand-in-hand on sidewalks after dark. Most people didn’t even lock their doors at…
By Robert L. Scarry
Read More…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
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