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.
…road in front of me and nothing behind me or at least I can’t see what’s behind me. I can’t turn to look back. No matter how hard I try to look back I end up looking up at the sky instead. I’m in the middle of the road. To my left an empty field with a few dead trees. And to my right are thick lively trees that I…
By Cristina Collazo
Read More…followed his new manager the office. His manager Derek introduced the new starter to his staff with his usual cutting remarks that he thinly disguised as jokes or banter. As he approached another desk he jerked a thumb. The man had thick ginger hair and reading glasses perched on the end of his thin nose. He…
By Chris Platt
Read More…woke up around 12 pm in the afternoon and gazed at his table. His laptop, a capsized half read “Communist Manifesto” and George Orwell’s “1984” lay on the table in his room. He had spent the previous night musing in these writings. As a matter of fact, it had been weeks. He also wrote few verses and…
By Sushant Thapa
Read More…poems were his children. But there were too many and he knew in his heart he couldn’t keep them all. Some had to be sent away. He would send them to poetry magazines to see if someone would care for them. He never once received a…
By Bennie Rosa
Read MoreCaptain Ernest Shackleton made the gut-wrenching decision. They would eat their 70 sled…
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…gut-wrenching decision. They would eat their 70 sled dogs. With their food stores almost gone, the 28-man crew had been expecting the decision. Some were disgusted by the idea – many of the dogs had become pets – but…
By Pete Black
Read More…recreation room as a large open space. There were tables and chairs, armchairs and coffee tables. Wall mounted televisions showed daytime magazine shows. The patients were all dressed in the same white clothes he wore. They were a mix of ages. One woman looked to be in her late teens. She chewed on…
By Chris Platt
Read More…member of the house hustles to see the dead body of Saru but Manmaya stays idle grimly in the house. Tears rolled down towards her cheeks. She cursed herself for the dreamless passion to sing, not even trying to understand Saru's desire; she sobs, holds her photo and…
By Moin Uddin
Read MoreNobody was sure why the gruff football coach Harold Jones took a liking to the…
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… overlooking the McCants Junior High football practice field. From a safe distance, he watched the team practice each afternoon. After a week, Coach Harold Jones invited the young man to attend…
By Pete Black
Read More…light of the moon rendered a telltale sign on a cave wall. A queue of stick figures, primarily children gathered looking at a priest on a mountain. The priest sermoned and picked up a child. He took him to the gallows. Parents witnessed this atrocity in petrified silence. Their King sat reading from a scroll. There was…
By Mehreen Ahmed
Read More…kind of Psychological diagnosis is that for a Psychologist to lay on a client? It's not like I don't have enough shit to deal with. Now I'll have this to think about and haunt me.
"You don't use drugs to kill the pain Santiago you use drugs to feel the…
By Judge Burdon
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