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.
…opened his front door to find his neighbour Sally on his doorstep. She smiled awkwardly and seemed to be in a hurry. They were not the kind of neighbours to call round for a brew and a catch up. Sally would knock on to discuss repairing a fence that the wind had blown down. Phil and his wife Ellen would call on Sally…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreTed Geisel was at the end of his rope. As he walked down Madison Avenue...
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…he made a decision. He would burn the manuscript in his apartment incinerator – 27 rejections were enough – his book would not be turned down…
By Pete Black
Read More…does not adequately describe the apocalyptic disgorging. Though the sink is right there—all I have to do is tip my head forward—contents of my stomach spew forth in firehose fashion. Kitchen window, fringed by lace curtains, rendered opaque by the first heave, completely blown out by the…
By Robert Morgan Fisher
Read More…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
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