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.
Please enjoy my piece "The Border Land Farm". I hope this healthy vision to dealing with something that is forced…
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…country far away, there was a small village that bordered another nation where the enemy lived. A young boy was playing in the garden where his Mother spent the day making sure the eggplant she planted had a healthy upbringing and would find joy in bringing a delicious experience to an individual looking for…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreQuestioning the Equality between genders
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…was born in the shade of nothing loftier than a scrubby scarp, edges of an ancient seabed; west coast of this great brown, dry continent, Australia. Mine a youth of ill-gotten hours hanging around a few Scarborough shops. Places I avoided being classified as a future…
By Karen Lethlean
Read More…was the five-year anniversary of my father’s passing, and as a remembrance, I decided to rifle through a bin of his belongings that he had left for me. I myself, recently was given a death sentence from my doctor; a result of a rare incurable disease similar to Leukemia. Two months of precious life was the estimate, give or take a month or…
By Jon Moray
Read More…walked into her bedroom, then sat down on the stool in front of her antique dressing table. She loved the dressing table with an attached mirror which had been her Grandma’s. It was her favorite place to brush her hair. As Grace looked at her image in the mirror, she remembered her Grandmother’s reflection in that same mirror. She had often sat in her Grandmother’s lap while her Grandma had…
By Nancy Lou Henderson
Read MoreAnother short story for a collection to be called Little Crimes
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…the conversation dies. First, they scorn her profession, and then they belittle her skills. Susie Clare feels insulted but flaunts her wealth to get in a final punch. The apartment belonged to her husband and came as a divorce settlement, but there is no need to go into all that, not with a stranger. She exchanged her child for an apartment in the wealthiest suburb in Sydney. He got custody of their son while…
By Jessika Jenvieve
Read More…stared at his computer screen and clicked spell check. The computer program ran through his short story, picking up on spelling mistakes and errors in grammar. Lloyd paused and selected the best option in each case. Spell check complete. He typed out a short email message, introducing his latest short story and hit…
By Chris Platt
Read More…realize I had a crush on her until I had a dream in which she kissed me. I’ve no idea where the dream came from. Why now when I had worked with her twenty-five years ago? It’s been almost as long since I have seen her. Sure she comes up in my social media feeds and I appear in hers. We comment on occasion or react to what’s going on in each other’s lives, but we haven’t had a conversation in I…
By Elizabeth Jaeger
Read More…looked in the mirror. He saw he had grown meaner, lost his demeanour. You ain't dangerest than me. A spark crossed his mind, in all fairness. He wasn't a hard boy; he was lying to himself. Nothing seemed different, expect his psyche. His determination hit the roof. He turned on some music. It was a 'certified bomb', and he felt like a…
By Otto Grey
Read MoreDealing with an episode of Bipolar Disorder
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… again arriving unannounced from the dark recesses of my mind like rude house guests. Drinking my last beer, their feet on my coffee table, rearranging furniture, hogging the TV remote and whispering their subversive agendas without culpability. They're hooligans with blatant disregard for…
By Judge Burdon
Read More…are out on your own, having left your mama, who was left by your dada, but you don’t ever think about it anymore. Actually, you never did. You enjoy your neighborhood and you have never left it. You’re familiar with the streets and many of the inhabitants. It’s the whole world to you, yet you don’t stay in any one place too long within it. Except when you’re sleeping. And you sleep as much as you…
By Dan Brook
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