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.
…looked at the menu. There was so much to choose from. The Indian restaurant hadn’t been open that long, a couple of weeks, and he’d been promising his friends he’d take them once it was open for business. He took a swig of draft lager and looked at the menu again. There were the dishes he recognised, and some others that sounded really…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreTabitha was emptying the wastebasket...
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…when she found Stephen’s three wadded-up typewritten pages. After knocking off the cigarette ashes and smoothing out the pages, she began to read. It was good, and she wondered how the story ended. Tabitha was keenly aware that her…
By Pete Black
Read More…candles throughout my Studio apartment not so much as to create a romantic or Gothic ambience, but instead to be able to navigate around my four hundred square foot living space with a small amount of light. Evidently, it seems my memory has been…
By Judge Burdon
Read MoreWhen a new girl arrives…
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…on the border there was a farm divided equally in half. One side was owned by Momma, Poppa, and Paulie while the other belong to another viewpoint. Appointed moderator the zebra was the acting referee in the simple farming life to a family who had a rich aristocratic…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…you remember her? Skinny, feisty kid, few years younger than you. Her family were not our sort. Non aspirational. Still live in that miserable neighbourhood we left years ago. Trouble from the start. Running wild. Had a child in her teens. Stillborn thankfully, imagine her as a mother! Any normal person would welcome a…
By Margaret Karim
Read MoreMagdalena has always been ignored…
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…was not sure when she realized that no one paid much attention to her. Was it in elementary school, when she would raise her hand constantly to answer the teacher's questions? Her arm would ache from shaking it, but Mrs. Alexander, her third grade teacher, would rarely call…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read MoreMore than 300 people filled…
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…than 300 people filled the large auction hall at Sotheby’s Auction House. They had come for a huge sports memorabilia auction. Babe Ruth’s home run bat, which christened a brand new Yankee stadium in 1923, was the auction’s…
By Pete Black
Read More…to America from Hong Kong via Hawaii, the Rainbow State to search for gold in California. I’m grateful for my Travel Connections. I had to dig deep for truth and wisdom. I had to fly high close to the sun, get burned and become the Crow to see the Big Picture. I had to face police brutality…
By Ingrid Cheng
Read More…checks his MyChart app for the third time today. He hates having to log back in with his thumbprint every time, but he needs the results. Three days ago he got a sore throat. Then came the sniffles. His wife Cassandra says it's probably seasonal allergies, but he uses raw local honey in his daily green tea, even through the…
By Clayton M. Davis
Read MoreThe Hair Fairy is the story I needed…
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Abigail would brush her hair for hours and hours, and STILL, the tangles remained. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and…
By Ruth Wilson
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