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.
…were some remains of a wall. Finally, I could begin to smell the burning of what was left of Oakheart. There must have been at least twenty creatures camping inside what was left of the small village. These creatures must be working for the dragon. They brought me into the camp. They brought me to a tent in…
By Cristina Collazo
Read MoreWaiting in line can be soul searching
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…line of people stretched ahead of Jess. The people in front of her seemed not to be moving, but she did not care because her mind was busy remembering her journey to get here. Had she done enough, and was she ready? Should she get out of the line and go…
By Nancy Lou Henderson
Read More…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
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