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.
The memory of a little…
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…hand is on mine. Gently she squeezes. Then she spoke. “I heard something interesting the other day. I was wondering if you had ever heard of it.” She pauses. “It is easier to seek forgiveness than…
By M J Fairchild
Read More…chat over coffee with her best friend on a Saturday morning. If the weather permits, they'll go shopping. Levi sat on the maroon sectional and turned pages in the Seattle Times. He shook his head. A mix of frustration and resignation crossed his…
By Andy Cooper
Read MoreGrowth and progress…
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For the longest time Poppa’s homeland featured one well maintained trail, going from the village towards the border,…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…sun burns mercilessly bright and hot, and the desiccated earth below is dry and desolate from its searing radiation—a vast desert, a wide and open wasteland. It is utterly dead and…
By Ngoc Nguyen
Read MoreA Cajun Tale, a praise to St.Medard…
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…lived atop the only hill on L’anse Gaieté. There he planted himself years ago. His wife Thérèse, lived there with…
By Barefoot Cajun
Read More…doctor’s receptionist for just over ten years. It was a job she enjoyed, the doctors and the other staff were just lovely. The only thing she found annoying was dealing with the…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreFluff is needed to jazz…
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…strings Princess Lida created a racket instigating critics debating important issues. Paulie watched intently validating the other sides royal agenda and decision-making moves, defining…
By Marc OBrien
Read More…changes direction out of the proverbial north and friends are not found nor a woman wants you for what you are instead of what is in your pocket, the smite of years you walked the earth are recalled; and only your tired feet…
By Buckspinster
Read More…was on his way to work one Monday morning, dreading the day ahead at the office. The job was really grinding him down. There just wasn’t enough hours in the day. He could feel the headache coming on..
By Chris Platt
Read MoreUsing the 'knowing' prompt…
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…the village, sitting outside the ‘Land Of Crosses’ gift shop, Becky Sue monitored a weary looking group getting back on the tour…
By Marc OBrien
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