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.
the doorbell once more. Come on, he chunnered, he really needed this scoop. This story could get his newspaper career back on the right track. Come on, Andrea, open the…
By Chris Platt
Read More…waved the next customer into the barber chair. He started as he always did, covering the customer with the barber’s cape, and asking what hair-cut and style they would like. Having selected the correct guard for the clippers and grabbing the scissors…
By Chris Platt
Read More…thinks he and his wife are having marital problems, and that it seems his wife is seeing an ex-lover. One pupil in his class once told her parents he kissed her on her lips, an affair that boiled for days and refused to cool. And now there's a complaint that he caressed the…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read More…of those days bestirs my imagination. I know it is dead but...", Oliver said looking at the patterns engraved on the roof of Notre Dame. "Those arches, I know, are integral for its…
By Aadityaamlan Panda
Read More…dished out the pasta Bolognese onto the plates and called through to his wife that dinner was ready. As she joined him at the dining table, the Italian music was in full swing. The kitchen was soon filled with instrumental traditional Italian music and the aromas of the wonderful…
By Chris Platt
Read More…sat at their usual table in the favourites corner of the café, here they were free to furiously discussed their next pilgrimage. They had been given the nickname…
By Jennifer Forrest
Read More…foot of the metal ladders leading up to the loft. Her husband, Ian, was up there again. The attic space had become his favourite place recently. Where other men would spend time fishing or watching sports, or in the pub, Ian was retreating more and more, to their recently converted…
By Chris Platt
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