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.
…loved his Friday nights in the pub. There was just something special about finishing work for the weekend. He went to the bar. His friends would be in later on. For some reason they were never in the mad rush for a pint as he was. He didn’t understand it. the weekend started once you had a cold pint in your hand. He had just taken his first sip when he felt a hand on his…
By Chris Platt
Read More…queen decided to execute Rachel herself. She injured her with a silver dagger. It looked ordinary, but it had been dipped and imbued with wolfsbane, mountain ash, and mistletoe. Even the tiniest little poke could undoubtedly kill a supernatural. It was intentionally created to progressively weaken them, but it weakened them too…
By Cristina Collazo
Read More…mooched round the tiny shop. The old fashioned store, sometimes called a second-hand shop, was one of those places that bought and sold everything and anything. In the front window was a random selection of products ranging from VHS video recorders, paperback books and pocket watches. He ignored the collection of one-legged Ninja Turtle figures and flicked through the stack of CDs from the…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreAfter one semester, Roxanne dropped out of college to follow her hippy…
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…to the San Francisco Art Institute to become an artist. Her father had expected Roxanne to get her…
By Pete Black
Read MoreA few lines of love and romance.
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…hands searched for the phone, trippling down his watch, her bangles and the little rubber squirrel in a row. With drooping eyelids she managed to check the time, 7:30 the clock showed. She pulled up her head to look outside the window. Thick clouds had covered the sky black, with raindrops…
By Vasilissa
Read MoreALERT WARNING: Violence, sex innuendo, and language not appropriate for young readers.
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…had the experience of a lifetime. The hatred I saw in Mason Haggerty’s eyes assured me this was not a game. His squint, the tight colorless lips, and the bristly rope irritating my neck were the basis for that assurance. I was perched on a wobbly stool with my heels raised to relieve the…
By Dresden Fear
Read MoreRobben Island Prison - it was the closest thing to hell on this earth. He spent 27 longs years there in a 7' by 9' cell before becoming the country's President. Life's challenges make us bitter or better. It is our choice.
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…said to be closest thing to hell in this world. The small three square mile island, located a few miles off the coast of Cape Town, South Africa, had been a prison for political dissidents since the 17th century. The prison was…
By Pete Black
Read More…they said when your operation will be?’ asked Tina.
‘Sorry?’ said her husband.
Tina cursed loudly, unworried that her husband would hear. She took a sip of tea and tried again.
‘The hearing operation, do they know when it will…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA late-night attempt at short story writing
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…dreamed, flowing through the aether, lost, unsure and then… I found myself standing at the end of a corridor, and there before me sat a wizened old woman in a wide brimmed straw hat, and shabby clothes. She was smoking a long stem pipe watching me from underneath the brim. I stood there for a moment or maybe it…
By Wil McCarthy
Read MoreWith winter setting in, and Julia Hill up in the tree for a month, Earth First leaders instructed her to…
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…Julia Hill arrived at the Earth First camp, the focal point of the protest was a 1,000-year-old redwood tree, which Earth First had named “Luna.” The 200-foot giant sat high on the peak of a clear-cut hill where it was visible for…
By Pete Black
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