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.
…up in bed, the stark light hurting his eyes. The other people bustling around the room confused him. Where was he? Who were these men shuffling around in their pyjamas and dressing gowns? He spotted a sign on the wall near the door. Ward LF7. A ward? He was in a hospital ward. A nurse appeared a…
By Chris Platt
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…was hot. Muggy August in New Jersey hot. The morning was empty, and the afternoon was dragging. I was in my room doing not much of anything other than ignoring my mother’s daily admonition to clean it when…
By Jonathan Dyer
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…before Princess Lida’s strategic invasion into Paulie’s social life using a need for inclusion Poppa and Momma were being local aristocrats holding a Tupperware…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…thought it was beautiful when you first told me that you built me an altar upon which you would dance with me and lie with me, dine with me, drown with…
By Natasha Muhanji
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…do I find the balance. What is the difference? How do I try and help myself at night time from having the same gut wrenching dream of the people who are sadly no longer living? My loved ones who I looked up to when I was just a energetic, enthusiastic loved filled little boy…
By Jordan Howat
Read More…was an unusually cold night for Las Vegas, it was freezing. I was told it was forty-three degrees but I questioned the source of the information. It felt much colder than what the inebriated meteorologist told me. I'm sure it was a guess, not a fact. He staggered off…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…nodded, staring at the television screen, her chin in her hand in complete boredom. They scrolled through the on-screen menu, searching for a film to watch, something, anything. Their film nights used to be the highlight of the week but these days they struggled…
By Chris Platt
Read More…at some point I’d end up letting go of the 4 wheels and scoop up a scooter - a ride to and from the beach, all I need. My dream come true. It’s what I stayed behind that life-sucking cubby desk for all these years - to be a beach bum! Rain or shine, to inhale that wet, salty sea air, feel the spray of frolicking…
By Fran Pearce
Read More…arrived at the hospital just after six, as he’d been doing for weeks now. He couldn’t even recall exactly how long his father had been in hospital. The visits every night had become his new routine. Where he had once gone home after work, feet-up in front of the television with his wife, he now headed straight to the…
By Chris Platt
Read More…head throbbed as she heard laughs around her. “Do our homework for us, or else,” Saanvi warned. She fell to the ground as her enemy kicked her stomach and walked away. “You better give it by the lunch break,” Rekha said in a sing-song voice, kicking her left shoulder. She felt the world go blurry as her eyes…
By Aanika Gajendragad
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