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.
…villagers was an esteemed herbalist named Alana. She had dedicated her life to studying the healing properties of plants and herbs found in the surrounding forests. Alana was well-known for her extensive knowledge and her ability to cure ailments that even the local physicians…
By The Lamplight
Read More…shrugged into his dressing gown and went downstairs to join his wife in the kitchen. He found Debbie hurriedly making herself a cup of tea before she had to dash off to the office. As she took a sip of her tea, she gave…
By Chris Platt
Read More…through the packed bookstore. The sound of the thunder storm outside mixed with the applause of the crowd. He tried to forget that all these people were here to see him, to listen to him talk. He reached the…
By Chris Platt
Read More…stood as still as a breeze
on a southern October night.
Estella hugged herself,
shifting her weight to her…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreAfter telling Paulie…
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….day, Becky Sue and Paulie continued a friendly conversation at the picnic table for a couple more hours. During the sunset period the two aired out feelings, strengthening their relationship, resulting in laughter…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…their little farmhouse, attention fixed on Grandpa recounting dreadful tales best left untold, and hoping that evil spirits will catch a whiff of the incense mother was burning and be warded…
By Benjamin Nambu
Read More…for her infectious laughter, heartwarming smile, and her unwavering positivity. Lily was always ready to lend a helping hand to those in need and brighten up everyone's day with her…
By Mary E. Taylor
Read MorePoppa meets with Paulie, Princess…
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…the zebra grazed in the green field, ears perked, Poppa sat down at the picnic table with a three-person audience, his son, the villager…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…think so. I really don’t.
What’d they take?
Oh, not much. Just my soul.
Your soul? This is crazy…
By Fran Pearce
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