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.
…eight year old gently lifted the lid and gasped as she studied the contents. The magic set looked new and yet had an old-fashioned, antiquated feel to it. She reached in and pulled out the leather bound book. It looked like something from a film about a boy…
By Chris Platt
Read More…felt like he was in a fairytell trance as he sat glued to the television screen watching the president announcing the 21 day lockdown due to the COVID-19 virus. Mixed emotions filtered through the living room, from a sprawling despair on his father’s face, an indifferent shrug of shoulders from his mother to a…
By Conrad Kaupo
Read MoreIf ever a boy was destined to become a coal miner it was Homer Hadley Hickam Jr. His father was the…
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…about the Russians launching Sputnik, the first satellite into orbit, in the Bluefield, West Virginia Daily Telegraph. For the next several nights, the 14-year-old stood in the yard with his mother to watch…
By Pete Black
Read More…smiled as my feet touched the soft sand. I’ve been to a few beaches but none as magical as this one. I almost skipped along the path, a picnic basket in hand, as I neared the ocean. The water glittered, reflecting the light of the sun. Although it was a pretty sight, I couldn’t help but feel that something was…
By Cristina Collazo
Read More…coffee is nearly at its end, fluttering against the sides of a copper cup embedded with the initials of ‘Faulkner’ and crossed swords pointing down. Our Young Lady packs this cup with her on all the weekend country-scape ventures. Expended into the woods, along old gravel roads, mostly forgotten by modern life; the sights remain untampered as it leads up into the mountain side, where she resides perched…
By Justin Robinson
Read More…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
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