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.
…for only a short while. I had it right in my hands. I’m still not sure if it escaped my grasp or if I intentionally let it go. I'll tell you this though, if there's a chance in hell to just touch it for a brief moment once again, I’d consider myself a lucky man. I bet there’s plenty more sorry bastards…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…the fourth. See, there were countless days in my journey, but I only count four." The old man continues, pointing his callous finger in some direction, "the first day I was born. On the second day, I met a squirrel. On the third day, I burned my…
By Blue
Read More…entered the coffee shop and headed for the counter. The place was full of people, each of them seemed different and quirky in their own way. Manchester’s Northern Quarter attracted a different type of person than other parts of the city. This lot were cooler and more hip than visitors to the rest of the…
By Chris Platt
Read More…flailed about on his bed, entangled in a mass of sweaty sheets and blankets. David slowly started to come out of his stupor, stuck in a surreal and frightening dimension between sleep and wakefulness. His eyelids felt stuck together and his mouth was…
By The Sicilian Storyteller
Read MoreA one-sentence tale of terror…
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…the legends of ancient sagas, it was a tenet of the madam of their unorthodox civic group, whom they lovingly referred to as “Mom,” that on each Halloween at midnight, exactly twelve hours after noon, they would team up with pals and slap each other silly…
By Ken Gosse
Read More…quest that begins anew each waking moment. An agonizing search for something that may well be gone forever. Once lost, lost, and life will never be the…
By Fran Pearce
Read More…an exhausting effort of trying to make the driver understand that he should stop on the hilltop “in front of the stairs that reached up to the cemetery road” at the beginning of that slope that descended towards my home. He could hardly understand my…
By Fadi Abu-Deeb
Read MoreAfter a spirited Saturday…
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…slept comfortably until the natural wakeup call peeked through the blinds. Without any encouragement his eyes opened, and a split second later last evening’s debate resurfaced in the youngster's…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreRecently I struggled through…
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…her hand on her phone, hoping she hit snooze, the alarm stopped. She was warm and comfortable, more to the point she did not want to face another day. The thought exhausted her, she suddenly felt so tired. She must have drifted off again as her alarm was…
By Ellysa Greenhalgh
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