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.
Now I want you to know
The process is not long.
It’s just one line.
But what is your limit?
How far can you push?
I can keep going
But I don’t know if you can.
Yeah, I’m talking to you right now.
It’s only one line but that is fine
If you can’t keep going.
I think if you believe
You can do anything.
Just remember that it’s just one line.
How much do you love me?
Because if you love me with all your heart
Then you will keep pushing
And snort this cocaine.
By Maddy Cakes
Read More...ruined my life,” I look down at my hands watching the blood drip and as each drop of the blood hits the floor it makes the puddle deeper. Surrounding my feet is a puddle of my cat’s blood. “The stupid cat I killed, by stabbing its little body eighteen times, was named Tiny. You see the problem with Tiny was that she loved to use her claws and dig them right into my skin. Which normally I didn’t mind but tonight wasn’t a normal night. It was prom night.”
“I hope you don’t think this is the first cat that I’ve killed. Let me show you the inside of my closet.” I walk towards a white, almost brown closet that towers over me, “it looks like it is rotting and slowly killing itself. It probably is. It is tired of being my hiding place for these little furry dead cats of mine. Well I can’t exactly lie to you and say these little cats are furry. I don’t want to start our relationship on the wrong...
By Maddy Cakes
Twitter: @MsTidbits
Read More…filled with virtual money to buy the precious Mallenite ore from the independents. Most of the autonomous Owner-Captains were perfectly above board in all their dealings but he was looking for a reprobate, a dubious Captain who didn’t mind taking on crew even with the most shadowy past. Axel Fendar spotted Captain Luigi Balucci by a drinks dispenser.
The Captain kicked it twice and checked the tray. There was no drink. He proceeded to swear at the machine in an impressive display of both vocabulary and profanity.
Axel introduced himself. “Hello Captain Balucci. My name is Axel Fendar I heard…
By Simon Garfield Bown
@SimonGBown
Read More...triple chocolate chip cookie out of the brown bag and hand it to her. I lied about my dad packing two, because I want Miss Hodge to have it since she is always so kind to me.
She takes a nibble and smiles, reminding me of a cute chipmunk. “You like your cochlear implants?”
“Yes. I hear so much better than I did with my hearing aids, especially in crowded places.” I bite my lip. “But I don’t like being made fun of because of them, or having big idiots like Jordan Blake yank them...
By Krystle Duke
Read MoreA poignant look back at happier times. The story received a positive response from my writing group. I also write various prose articles and space adventure stories.
A tear rolled unchecked down my cheek as I think about my Edward. Making it clear to the lovely coffee ladies that I wanted to be alone for a while, I sat nursing my cup of tea. It has been a normal Sunday service but, by chance, one of the hymns was a favourite at weddings. In fact, we chose it for our own wedding service. It was just last Friday I knew I had lost my beloved husband.
We met in the summer of '57. New to the village, I lived with my parents, caring for them and working in the nearby town. He had just been demobbed from National Service. Grasping the opportunities that National Service had given him; his life had been transformed. Leaving his small Berkshire village to travel to live in Yorkshire was an exciting prospect and combined with learning a new trade proved irresistible. On his return he was delighted to see who he thought was a pretty young woman not there when he left....
By Karen Hedges
"I am writing a memoir called 'Standing on Broken Glass'. My writing is mainly non-fiction about and for men. This memoir breaks away from that and looks at life events." - Graham Reid Phoenix
He held the painting and wept inside.
As a portrait it was raw and beautiful in its authenticity, its honesty. It captured the pain in the face with such depth it tore him apart. There was an inner beauty in her face, beaten and so debased. It captured the moment with a power that was in contrast to the simplicity of the artist.
It was a full face portrait of her, painted in oils in a rough style that conveyed so much energy. She was looking straight out from the....
