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 view from the plane beckoned them to an enchanted world.
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…departed Purgatory for Paradise. A non-stop flight took them from Purgatory, Minnesota to Miami, Florida, a shorter flight and smaller plane took them to the Bahamas and Paradise Island. Paradise Island was linked by bridge to the larger island of New Providence. They were scheduled for seven days at the…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…after dark on the last day of October there was a knock at my door. I knew what the caller’s business would be. It was Halloween. Outside the street would be full of children dressed in all kinds of spooky costumes. Witches, wizards, ghosts and ghouls would be parading the neighbourhood on this one night of the year. Smiling, I grabbed the large tub of sweets and opened the front…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreWrote this in about half an hour and just loved the wholly…
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…hoped that the frightful feeling that had come upon her would fade by the time she got home. The drive from her campus was nearly twenty minutes, plenty of time she thought, to shake off her illogical suspicions. However, rather than decreasing, the overwhelming sense of being watched only…
By C.L. Norby
Read More…you got a kiss for this old soldier, darling?’ They had not noticed the bearded man sitting on one of the park benches watching them. They tried to ignore him, but the man heaved himself to his feet and stared at them more…
By Denise D'Souza
Read MoreMomma creates a brave defense while cleaning up after the holiday party…
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…like a good Mother Momma was there applying a shot of vodka into a red wine glass then adding a pinch from the secret jar hiding in the cupboard. Taking only a few seconds the magical exercise made the…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreThis is a quirky story about an overzealous therapist…
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…is a “knock” on the door - somewhat - because it’s really more like a tap followed by desperate sounding scratches then some indecipherable smoothing…
By Rob Plunkett
Read More…first came to me while listening to “The Girl with the Red Balloon” by The Civil Wars. My mind’s eye conjured up a beautiful image of a creole girl in a patchwork dress leaning against an old wood fence row with her hands behind her back. She held a red balloon in one of her hidden hands and had…
By Calico Girl
Read More…was having a bad day. Everything was going wrong today. She’d had a flat tyre on the way to the office that morning. That seemed to have been some kind of omen, a hint of the kind of day that lay ahead. Instead of changing the tyre and continuing on the way to work, she should have sorted the car, and then done a U turn and headed back home. She had reached the office to find problem after…
By Chris Platt
Read More…approach her bed slowly, like every morning. She ignores me, staring at the television, that is running the usual batch of home shopping ads for portable vacuum cleaners, abdominal shapers, ultra-sharp fish cutting knives, smart neck massagers and rechargeable hearing aids. The only thing that can be useful to my…
By Marcelo Medone
Read More“Shots fired,” echoed across the Secret Service…
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…echoed across the Secret Service radios. Six shots rang out in less than two seconds. Jerry Parr, Secret Service Special Agent in charge of the president, shoved Ronald Reagan into the limousine and threw his body on top of…
By Pete Black
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