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.
…was lost. He swore under his breath and kept walking. He never could find his way around Manchester city centre. And so, yet again, on a night out with friends he had got separated and was now lost. He found himself on a narrow side…
By Chris Platt
Read More…continued to pet the cow's cheek. Cate stroked the other, looking for signs of impatience in the otherwise stoic animal, searching its blank yet somehow knowing eyes for knowledge of her charade. What made her want to release the scream that had been lodged in her throat for inconceivable minutes was how Millie, sitting comfortably in her numb arms, was so far away from screaming; Millie, who had…
By Alfredo Salvatore Arcilesi
Read More…dressed for work in his usual white shirt and dark tie. He checked his tie in the mirror. He straightened his tie. Perfect. He patted his slicked back hair. That was exactly the look he was going for. His eyes wandered to the paperback book on the coffee table. It was the latest book on the notorious Manchester gangster, Ronald Morrissey. On the cover the black and white photo showed the gangland boss in his…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreIn the 1960 Olympics in Rome, Wilma Rudolph became the first American woman to win three Gold Medals…
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…pre-maturely, Wilma Rudolph weighed four pounds at birth. As a baby, she survived scarlet fever, then double pneumonia before being diagnosed with polio at age four. The…
By Pete Black
Read More…drained his cup and waved at the passing waiter to order another cup of cappuccino. How could he do the business if these people don’t know how to value their time? This is not how things work. Frustrated, he crushed the emptied cup in his hands. A moment later, the waiter came to his table and carefully placed another cup of coffee while reaching out to take the discarded…
By Soare Stapanire
Read More…did this to me. They dared me. They said it was a joke. They said it would be fun. My so-called friends. A cemetery, an open grave left over the weekend. I was surprised the empty coffin was left there too. I didn’t think it worked like that but I didn’t think any more of…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreWhen he lost his business at age 65, friends and family encouraged him to retire to golf and fishing. But he used his $105 a month social security check and a great fried chicken recipe and the rest is history.
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…closed his restaurant and small hotel, Sanders Court and Café, after 25 years in business. Since the new Interstate 75 bypassed Corbin, truckers and families traveling through on U.S. 25 no…
By Pete Black
Read More…was a small window beside his bed which he left slightly open to let the cool air in and relieve himself from the discomfort of the hot weather. All seemed good, but still, Charlie didn't know what was the reason behind his restlessness. Something was missing in his life and what was that he couldn't figure it…
By Soare Stapanire
Read MoreInspired by Jake
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…saw the open door. It was too much of a temptation. He bolted out into the sunshine, jumping, running, twirling in circles, and looking over his shoulder to see if anyone knew he was outside. It wasn’t the fist time he had breeched his confines, and most likely it wouldn’t be the last time. Princess, his friend who lived…
By Robert L. Scarry
Read MoreDespite Milton Wright's strong conviction was "Flying was intended for the angels," his two bicycle-mechanics young sons were fascinated with the idea. Their flying machine changed the world and proved once again…
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…conference with the comment, “We live in an exciting age, the age of inventions.” The United Brethren bishop interrupted him, “What kinds of…
By Pete Black
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