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.
…family in Madison, Iowa was two uncles. Larry, who owned a tavern near the waterfront called the Do Duck In. A watering hole frequented by bowlers during the week, hunters and fishermen on weekends and CB&Q railroad workers (whose locomotive shop was located…
By Don Gardiner
Read MoreThere’s more to life…
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…watched closely as Lamb wandered further from the flock and closer to him. When the time was…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…this morning commute to work with a smile on his face. Today wasn’t just any day at the store. He would be running the electronics store, while the manager, David Duke, was away…
By Chris Platt
Read MorePrincess Lida is trying…
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…morning mist moisten the scene, displaying a refreshing glow as Princess Lida trekked down to the village for scholastic social interaction and upon arrival smiled, “it’s a beautiful…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…settled down for the evening, in front of the television. He took a sip of the American beer, and smiled to himself. This was the life, a live baseball game, and an American…
By Chris Platt
Read More…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
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