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.
Max was fourteen years…
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…fourteen years old when it first happened. My aunt and uncle had just returned from a week in Spain, and had come round to show us their holiday photos. They were both bright red from…
By Chris Platt
Read More…here for the same reason he was, to watch the football game on the big screen. He took a swig of lager and sighed. This was the life. There was nothing better than the football. It was everything. They called it the beautiful game and it was…
By Chris Platt
Read More…window in the middle of the night, would catch anyone’s attention, never mind an on-duty police officer driving down the street. The officer climbed out of the car, and marched over to the house. He stared up at the man, framed in the orange glow of the…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreBased on true events…
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…watched as the speaker paced back and forth pounding his message at a mesmerized audience. His voice inflection, the large screen that permitted those in the rear a clear view of his captivating body…
By Robert Scarry
Read More…gust of wind stunned her eyes and stung her cheeks. If she’d have had a free hand, she would have shielded her eyes, but she clung on tightly to her luggage, as she…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreFeeling the effects of the...
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…a sturdy four-legged table the Zebra stood tall in his stall watching the time and flies. Suddenly a figure emerged outside. Turning on the light, the stranger could easily be…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…travelling away for work. He would rather put a twelve-hour shift in the office, than be sent to a random place with people he didn’t know. Every eighteen months or so, these…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreModern artificial…
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…jealousy and resentment, competition brought tension to Poppa’s agenda issues. Relaxing on the porch watching the zebra grazing, the perfectly manicured field seemed to be a…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…house drew me into the well-rehearsed sales pitch of an experienced realtor. “The furnishings, alone are worth the asking.” I had to think about that. Why were the owners leaving all…
By Robert Scarry
Read More…the busy coffee shop and found a seat at a table by the window. It was the perfect spot, ideal to watch the comings and goings in the shop, but also to observe the people passing by outside. From this vantage point, she could enjoy a cup of tea, and watch the world…
By Chris Platt
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