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.
…filed into the church with his family and friends of his late uncle. The sight of the coffin in front of the altar knocked him for a moment. It was one thing hearing his uncle had died, it was quiet another seeing the coffin. His lips trembled as the emotion hit him. He slid into…
By Chris Platt
Read More…old ones deliberately slid by, like an earthworm after a dreary and remorseless rain. My alternatives were to squish them, or scrutinize with wonder. Seniors mingled in…
By Giulio Magrini
Read More…the picture they always portrayed, wearing smiles that never faded and never jaded. It's the blessings, and the grace of God. That's what they believed. They held onto it even…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read More…you by accident; it’s the plan of God always. As the clock struck 9 pm, Arjun attempted to tap off his cigarette's ash into a crowded tray, only to watch it scatter like the fragments of his…
By Anagh Datta
Read More…lonesome in English.
I’d seen him before around the village of Pins Solitaires, Lonesome Pines.
They say he was named after the pines there.
The place was awash with…
By The Barefoot Cajun
Read More…was almost home. Nearly there. The traffic on the drive home hadn’t been as bad as usual. He glanced at the row of shops as we went by. He was surprised to see that one of the stores had changed…
By Chris Platt
Read Morethe 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
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