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.
In 1878, a supernatural carpenter builds a miraculous staircase in the Loretto Chapel in Sante Fe. More than 150 years later the staircase still baffles visitors.
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…nuns stared sadly at the choir loft, located 22 feet above the chapel floor. They were distraught. Desperate. After five long years, their chapel was complete except…
By Pete Black
Read More…was the same old story—Good against Evil…
The mountain was a majestic upthrust seeming to touch the highest clouds.
They said Titan worshiped the sun, living at the peak of the mountain.
They said Minotaur lived in the shadows, inside the…
By Alexander Zoltai
Read MoreSometimes we are so caught up in the humdrum of life that we become entranced, then fail to see the beauty of life and love around us.
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…aroma of coffee perking, as the alarm buzzed loudly. Elsa knew it was time to get out of bed, but she laid there thinking, with her eyes closed, before turning the alarm off. She loved the bookstore downstairs…
By Nancy Lou Henderson
Read More…called me a Minotaur, but that is only because I had the head and tail of a bull…
I was really nothing like the Myth—well, not really…
I will share what Lie Swallower has written of it…
By Alexander Zoltai
Read More…a snowy afternoon in the small town – the location of the largest horse auction east of the Mississippi every Monday for more than 50 years. Almost 400 horses were sold that afternoon. The last bidder had been the kill buyer. His horses would be ground up for dog food, and their hooves melted for…
By Pete Black
Read MoreA man helps resurrect his sister's literary magazine
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…spaces are fickle.
One day my sister Nancy’s online…
By Yash Seyedbagheri
Read More…was a lovely panorama, Dolores thought, her mind turning as peacefully as did her kayak. Here she saw the nearby woods, its autumnal scarlets and ochres mirrored in the millpond, the white birch trunks making wiggly stripes in the dark water. In a moment, a current or breeze caught the bow, pivoting her view to the far meadow and hillside of golden grasses, then the dam. Below, the stream…
By Don Noel
Read MoreEvery person has that one thing they love to do. For Oliver that is running. He would run everywhere and then one day he ceased to run at all. Maybe the artist will know why.
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…euphoric happiness of freedom he felt whilst running. He’d run the four miles to work his shift as a bartender and run home too. On his day off, he’d jog to the beach and dash through the breaking waves, a blissful smile on his face. Oliver never trained to be a sprinter; it was the distance he…
By Mason Bushell
Read More…look at that picture – I can still smell the starch. That uniform was so stiff, if I turned this way or that, I would go this way and it would go that. Lord, Jesus. Hmm. My sister Ardella took it. My first day on the floor at People's General. She said, “Corrine, you look like an angel sent to save the world.” I believe I believed her too. Look at me. So proud. So…
By Shawn Cassidy
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