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.
I should have known something was wrong when the trees started talking back.
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…because I won at a poker game. He was the ringleader, the star of the show, teaching us newbies how to play our hands, how to hide our emotions, when to place the right bet. I proved to be a quick study, surprisingly good. Or just…
By Slyvia Rose
Read More…a recently-hired undergraduate instructor of Latin American Literature at San Francisco State University, likeable and quickly accepted by his students for his intelligence, his cheerful personality and his ethical correctness, was a content and happy…
By Thomas Hally
Read More…stared down into the mouth of the open grave. The name engraved on the coffin lid plaque may have read the name of one of his closest friends but he still couldn’t believe it. It couldn’t have been Tony lying down there. The service was over but he remained. The rest of the mourners were heading back to the cars, to follow the funeral procession to the wake being held at a local social club. Jamie still could not take it…
By Chris Platt
Read More…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
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