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.
The morning 10-year-old John Foppe had to get dressed for school by himself was the turning point in his young life. It was the day he got his wings.
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…was tough love time. Carol Foppe called a meeting with her husband and seven of her eight sons. Ten-year-old John wasn’t invited. Carol told the boys not to help John get dressed the next…
By Pete Black
Read More…crossed the building site. He swung his torch from side to side as he went, watching the yellow glow as it lit a small strip of the dark site. The first night working security on a new premises was always a bit unnerving. Working as a security guard alone at night wasn’t for everyone, but Richard didn’t mind…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreAaron Ralston, a 27-year-old seasoned mountain climber had planned to be back at his truck…
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…hiked seven miles into Blue John Canyon and was climbing over an eight-foot boulder when the 1,000-pound rock suddenly shifted, pinning his right wrist between the rock and the canyon wall. He struggled…
By Pete Black
Read More…business. Not sure what that means, but she decided to wear a long-sleeved red sweater, black linen, black socks, and black flats. She was being interviewed at three in the afternoon and regretted it. Now she…
By Cristina Collazo
Read More…sat wide-eyed beside his grandmother on the three-cushioned sofa. A white Labrador, showing little interest in the conversation sat at their feet while a tabby kitten struggled in an attempt to comfortably snuggle between the…
By Dresden Fear
Read More…Purcell shook his head. He hated this part of the job. People these days just didn’t want sales teams knocking on their door trying to sell them things. Every couple of weeks his manager would get this big idea that they should ‘hit the streets’ and drum up new business. And yet again he was encountering…
By Chris Platt
Read More…little mongrel living a spartan existence in the bustling streets of Moscow, the towers of the old palace and the looming shadows of the monuments to the new system that supplanted the ancient empire had no meaning. They were simply part of a harsh landscape where survival was dependent on will, a little luck, and occasionally…
By Nick J
Read MoreWhen bad news Charlie sees an oblong craft zigzag across the sky and cartwheel over the flatlands of Bakersfield, he runs to the crash and discovers he’s hit the jackpot.
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…didn’t have the guts to rob the drugstore in Visalia. The woman behind the coun-ter reminded him of his mother—what a chump. His truck needed gas, oil, a new carbu-retor. No sweat. Now he could buy…
By DC Dismondopolous
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