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.
…out at the stars displayed on the screen. The journey to the moon would take three days. In just over a day and a half they would reach their destination. The take-off had gone just as planned. Ray and the three astronauts had been training for months for…
By Chris Platt
Read More…sun’s hue dimmed from a bright yellow to a deeper gold as it sank below the horizon. I fit Nancy’s luggage in my trunk. I cupped my hands, blew warmth into my fingers, and closed the…
By Andy Cooper
Read More…drumming my fingers along the desk. As I gazed out the window, I laughed as a lady missed the warning sign and lost her footing on the ice over fresh snow. She kicked air…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreWhen Momma Gets Writer's…
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…darken clouds hovered overhead, acting confused and going nowhere, watching Paulie pondering…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…cheered and whooped with the rest of the home fans as the final whistle went in the rugby game. His beloved Devil-Sharks had trounced their local rivals, Leigh Lions 14-10. Friday night rugby…
By Chris Platt
Read More…day happens. Night darkness descends”. He thought as his breath whistled through his teeth upon released. Sitting on his rocky outcrop in front of his cave again he was…
By Jennifer Forrest
Read More…on the tops of both of our lungs and running out again. I went to the biggest and most buff guy in our building. Less than two seconds in the bathroom, he came out, screeching and running down the hallway…
By Nioma Strength
Read More…ripped through his guitar solo as the crowd clapped and cheered. His fingers moved like lightning, dancing up and down the frets. He started at his hands. Sometimes when…
By Chris Platt
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