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.
Near the end of the 1965 college football…
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…to your grandmother?” asked SMU football coach Hayden Fry. Jerry LeVias responded, “The line was busy.” The game with TCU was 10 minutes from kickoff, but Fry had made a promise. He borrowed a quarter from a band member and the two of them placed a call on a payphone under the stands to Ella LeVias in…
By Pete Black
Read More…pulled into the nursing home carpark, wondering how this afternoon’s visit would go. The doctors said his elderly father has all kinds of medical conditions, but to Jim, it was just that Jack was old. He was in his eighties, and was often confused and forgetful. He would sometimes ask Jim if he’d had a good holiday. Jim would calmly explain that he hadn’t been…
By Chris Platt
Read More…packed the last of the clothes shopping in the boot of his car. It had been another productive shopping trip at the Trafford Centre. He and his wife, Phoebe, liked nothing more than spending a weekend afternoon going round the shopping mall, treating themselves to designer clothes. And why not? They could afford it, well, not exactly, but then, wasn’t that what…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreDue to the fear of being invaded…
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…were mounting inside the cottage house sitting on the Borderline Farm property which acted as the residency to a family who generations long ago took charge. Despite the warm summer temperature outside Paulie wanted to escape the heat and decided to head out looking for adventure in the…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreColonel Hank Reed hated to abandon the horses, but…
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…hated to abandon the horses, but could he risk soldiers’ lives to save a herd of horses? The decision was above his pay grade. Reed knew his old Virginia polo buddy, George Patton, commander of the Third Army in Europe, was the only one…
By Pete Black
Read MoreWhile on a motor trip, Malcolm comes up with what he thinks is a foolproof way to kill his wife.
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…had wanted to kill his wife for a long time, but only recently had Malcolm figured out the best way to do it. Poison? No, too detectable. Ditto for guns, knives, baseball bats, or a tumble down the basement stairs. In the movies the cops always figured these things out. No, Malcolm needed another method, one…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read MoreA Poignant Cry of a Wronged Soul
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…told them that she started bleeding due to him. They told her she shouldn’t have been there at that time of the night. She was a young woman. From a good family. She should have known better. She had a life ahead of her. She should have been…
By Ranjit Kulkarni
Read MoreAfter being trapped while welcoming the new year…
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…had passed since Poppa and Momma found themselves in a controlled situation when a wintry disturbance picked the holiday time to pay a visit. Today young Paulie waited outside the cabin he occupied on the cruise ship that sailed up the river enroute to the port occupied by the other…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…vividly remembers her first day at work in Central Library all those years ago. I suppose you are wondering precisely how long ago that was, but instead I will tell you only that she was an eager young lady fresh out of college and a dedicated follower of the current fashions. Of short skirts, horn-rimmed specs and towering high…
By Laira-Marie G.
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