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.
…had been waiting outside the gate for a long, unsettling time. I had a lot of thinking to do out there in the oppressive, midmorning sun. I looked to the left and the right. I saw nothing but the large guard tower. There was a strange sound overhead in the powerlines, the sound of static electricity. There was a fly, one pesky little bugger, who kept buzzing around my face. "Shoo," I said, trying to scare it away. But the former…
By Jack Bristow
Read More…happened to that new lab coat assistant, oh Owen?”
“Fell in the staging vat.”
“They all fall in that staging vat, yeah seen it a hundred…
By C.L.Norby
Read MoreHi - this piece was inspired by the death of my mum when I was 14
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…pricking behind her eyes. Her mind foggy with the pain of what was happening. She felt unsure of her footing as she left the hospital room and walked. She didn’t know where. She just knew she needed to leave. Leave the sights. The sounds. The smells. Somehow leave the sorrow of what she was witnessing behind…
By Zoë Ricard
Read MoreA boy named Cincinnatus learns Roman history and decides to model his life after the ancient hero.
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…Cincinnatus was born, his father made a pronouncement.
"Adelaide," he said to his wife, "I'd like to name our son Cincinnatus."
"But we don't live in Cincinnati. And if we did, wouldn't it be…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read MoreSometimes we associate different kinds of things with love.
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…Elsa filled the small pan with water at the sink, she looked out the kitchen window, and her mind wandered back to her childhood. (How many times had she done this same routine early in the morning of a hot summer day?) When she had filled the pan with just the right amount of…
By Nancy Lou Henderson
Read More…ago, in a village, there lived two friends. One was Aarvi, 10 years old and Arnav, 15 years old. They used to do everything together. They were inseparable. They play, read, eat, gossip together. Arnav used to play flute which was euphoric to Aarvi. Every afternoon Arnav used to play flute and Aarvi used to listen silently. While listening to the sound of the flute, Aarvi used to get mesmerised in blissful…
By Monalisa Parida
Read More…was all but found. Souls that cried and wept.
Slaves to this earth, dust, body they’re bound…
By Katrenia Busch
Read MoreThe irony of liberty
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…staggers out of the passenger’s seat of my 2-door gold mini-Renault. Ramesh painfully clambers out from the back. “Ok,” I cheerfully make a declaration. “Let’s go for a walk. Phew. 30 degrees Celsius.” I wonder if my forced gusto can disguise Rajkumari’s news of her terminal cancer diagnosis from this…
By Kelly Kaur
Read MoreFishing trip with the Old Man.
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…on a fishing trip with the Old Man and my Uncle Johnny when I was eleven and was beginning to think for myself. Uncle Johnny wasn't really my uncle but was the husband of my mother's cousin. I was told to call him Uncle Johnny, so I did as I was told. He was a good natured guy who told hilarious…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…sun is setting over the western mountain range as a young man who looks to be reaching adulthood stands beside a coffin. There are no more than ten people in the cemetery with him, waiting for him to…
By C.L.Norby
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