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.
…the mound in the eighth inning at Yankee Stadium. For a long moment he studied the scoreboard in center field and thought back on his life – just six outs away from pitching a no-hitter – a dream he had imagined since childhood. He was the most improbable of boyhood…
By Pete Black
Read MoreWhen things are put into perspective
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…smiling clown on my clock face. I don’t know why. I’ve had it for years.
The same beeping alarm too.
It goes…
By Henry Bladon
Read MoreIn 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
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