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.
Hormones were stirred and had their way.
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…had been friends since fledging last spring. No one approved of their friendship but them. Churrr’s father thought her friendship with a Sparrow indecent. Click’s father thought it foolish. Their mothers were inclined to fretting…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…tugged his tie down an inch and dashed across the office car-park. It had been an awful day at the office. His head was mashed, a throbbing pain nagged at his temples. It wasn’t the perfect day to go and meet his girlfriend’s parents for the first time…
By Chris Platt
Read More…evolved from that brown-eyed Keane* child, she degenerated to an evil strain of our family. She was an exemplar of an evil daughter and sister. She didn’t like to talk to family and was fond of going upstairs to her room after dinner rather than converse or answer questions…
By Giulio Magrini
Read More…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
Read MoreA fictional version of a…
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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
Read MoreThis is the legendary…
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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
Read MoreHis struggle is a small…
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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
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