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.
…spotted the old feller as soon as he entered the snooker club. Everyone else in the place was under thirty years old and wearing casual clothes. Compared to the others in tracksuits and hooded tops, the old guy in the suit looked like he was visiting from another age. Keith gave his friend Mike a nudge…
By Chris Platt
Read More…strong, wonderful hands.
"I might amputate to save you," the doctor said.
"Not my hand!" our friend cried.
"But it's a matter of your…
By Norbert Kovacs
Read MoreShe enters an antiques store and wants to buy a painting of a clown. The old proprietor reveals why she can't buy it.
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…started looking at the walls. She had enough furniture, but she needed something on the walls of her apartment in downtown Ashleyville, Ohio. She walked to the rear of the small, crowded store and…
By Anita G. Gorman
Read More…thought I would be sitting through any more of these damn meetings. The first time I witnessed the circus of human misery was during my internship as a social worker in college. Our professor wanted us to know what it was like to be forced by a judge…
By Joe S. Thomas
Read MoreTwo friends live in seclusion on a rustic Bayou houseboat.
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…morning mist from the Atchafalaya mingled graciously with the sweet fragrance rising from the chicory-laced coffee. “Well Injun, looks like another day in Paradise”. “Whatever you say, white-man. I’m going…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreTreasures we find.
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…at the ground while I walked around a vacant lot in the Inner City without purpose, I discovered under leaves and grass clippings an incredible amount of cigarette butts, beer cans, broken bottles and…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreJust another night for a Cabbie.
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…crackles, “Cab 28, Call-in! – over”. . . Click, “Cab 28, Wat’cha got, Julie? – over”. . . “Mrs. Russo needs to get groceries, everything as usual, you know where she lives” – over . . . “Yeah, sure, I’m on my way – over-and-out”. Mrs. Russo calls for a cab every other Wednesday evening at 8:00. She would call earlier except that she knows Rob doesn’t start his shift until…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…of her benefactors were dead. Even Robert. Her Robert. She could close her eyes and still feel his gentle touches and the warmth of his tender lips lovingly hovering over her…
By Hazel Dains
Read MoreAs he had done countless times…
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…back to the worst day of his life, January 21, 1970. He was 100 yards away from the ammunition truck when it blew up, killing 12 of his Army buddies. He would never forget the gruesome scene, the dismembered and burning bodies. As he had done countless times, he touched the names…
By Pete Black
Read More…had been writing stories for as long as he could remember. Growing up, his free-time had been spent either reading a book, or writing one. Now, in his late twenties, what had started out as something to occupy him on childhood rainy afternoons, had become such a rewarding pastime. There was no thrill like writing, the putting together of ideas and words until they became living, breathing…
By Chris Platt
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