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.
…cursed and swore at the crawling line of city-centre traffic in front of him. He should have caught the train or maybe the bus, rather than drive. Driving into Manchester in the late afternoon rush-hour, what on earth had he been…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreTwo young GI's en route to…
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…and I had been roomies in the Air Force
for a year when we were transferred to Japan together
needless to say two 18 year…
By Philippe R Hebert
Read More…school, eight year old Jack Hall, changed out of his uniform, and as he usually did, grabbed his football. With the park being a good forty-minute walk away, he tended to play his ball-games out in the street…
By Chris Platt
Read More…when it all happened. I minded my business and listened to people reveal more about themselves than they should. A bell rang to signal the door’s closing. A red light flashed for people who are hard of hearing. I own a law firm, but I love to ride the subway. I grew up poor, and I can empathize…
By Andy Cooper
Read More…was a dancer that held my pose on pointe, atop a small jewel box. I lived in a small, magical antique store called "Old Friends For Sale" run by an old gentleman by the name of…
By Audrey Moya
Read More…never been to prison before and the prospect terrified him. Part of him had known this would happen from the moment, two and half years ago, when he had started dealing in…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreMeanness is directly…
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…radio, broadcasting from big, beautiful clear-channel WALTZ. I’m Tuck Avery. My partner in crime is Buzz Belton. We wanna know what’s up with you. Who we got on the…
By K. L. Shipley
Read MoreSomeone has an…
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Late in the afternoon the zebra closed his eyes, then reopened them to see Becky Sue slide the wooden…
By Marc OBrien
Read MoreThis piece is just having…
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…talking to my dog yesterday and it seemed as if she was kind of upset with me. The longer you have a dog, the more the two of you can read each other's minds. I could see a disgruntled…
By Vern Fein
Read More…wiped the tears from his eyes, and followed the other mourners into the pub. At twenty-eight years old, he had been fortunate not to have been to many family…
By Chris Platt
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