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.
…door was solid black, engraved with large keyhole-like shapes up and down its front. Finding it locked, I heaved against it, hoping to break it down. The door did not budge; it seemed nothing to be damaged or destroyed. I saw the challenge set before me and seized it; I turned the door upside down…
By Norbert Kovacs
Read MoreOn the day that Richard Etheredge arrived at the Pea Island Station the five…
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…was created as one of 18 stations on the outer banks of North Carolina. Congress established the stations to help rescue passengers and cargo in the event of a shipwreck – a common occurrence at the…
By Pete Black
Read More…is no end to my love for Jemjasee. I pace the ragged cliffs, searching the sea for her ship. My longing will not cease until I am entwined in her marble wash of lavender and green…
By DC Diamondopolous
Read MoreWhen Elspeth's family leaves her at a campsite, she decides to be a kind of Robinson Crusoe.
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…saw her parents and her uncle and aunt leave the campsite in southern Ohio on a hot summer day. Elspeth was seven and had been playing in the woods. When she emerged, she watched the two cars heading down the gravel road. Her parents were in one car, and her aunt and uncle in the…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read More…his grandson Patrick into the living room. The thirteen year old was later than usual on his weekly visit.
‘Howayeh?’ said Sean, his Dublin accent thick despite the decades spent living in Manchester.
Patrick simply shrugged. He tossed his rucksack to the taking his coat off and flopping onto…
By Chris Platt
Read More…trouble is, I got indicted for selling smack. Actually, I wasn’t the one pushing. This kid, named Enrique Henderson, was selling the horse, and he was paying me protection money for it all the while. Now the boss, Mr. Spirochete, he really frowns on the selling of narcotics, you know? He had started an edict—you deal, you die. Two behind the ear, just like…
By Jack Bristow
Read More…smell of smoke; the sound of rapid-succession gunfire; deafening howls and shrill voices piercing my eardrums; earlier some smart aleck Swatman launched a smoke projectile into the Hyman and Hyman Legal Counsel building on Johnson street in Ventura, California. Susie Bingham, Glenn Hyman's very pregnant and docile paralegal pulled her…
By Jack Bristow
Read MoreA day at school with my daughter
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…when McKenzie, my daughter was in the second grade I believe. Her teacher called me in the early afternoon while class was still in…
By Judge Burdon
Read More…went through the double doors and into the social club. The room was like any other club in the Northwest, with round tables and stools filling the room, and a bar running along one end. Phil could almost hear a cheesy lounge singer murdering songs from the Nineteen Seventies. The place was empty, so he headed straight for the bar. He might as well have a pint while he waiting for the other mourners to…
By Chris Platt
Read More…pottered half-heartedly, rearranging what didn’t need arranging. His daughter stood by the window, cup in hand, gaze fixed stern out into the sanctuary of the middle distance. They couldn’t find a safe way to put words on it, silence took up a heavy dominion. The house couldn’t hold the growing…
By Niall Crowley
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