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.
Teenagers of a small town go head to head with a suspected murderous mayor.
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…night was strangely silent for June. The New Moon made moving near the aft difficult. The pale young man easily lifted the contents of the fishing bucket and tossed it over the edge. He still had a few trips to make down below before the contents of the hidden compartment were completely…
By Alex Almeida
Read MoreEmery's a mess and Reese knows it. Lucky for her, he knows just what she needs. Challenge accepted.
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…chooses a lone elevator from a wall filled with them. Once we step inside, the door closes, separating us from the rest of the world. We lean against the wall of the well-appointed conveyance, its high-end décor holding its own against the building in which it’s…
By Madison Willoughby
Read MoreWoman seeking new apartment for her and her dog
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…was a mild mid Summer day in Pasadena. The late afternoon sun had begun to produce dazzling reddish orange hues that danced around the quiet neighborhood. Shannon was showing the house, to Kelly, in order to finalize the sale of the house she had lived in for over nine years. Shannon waited to show the Library last on the…
By Alex Almeida
A young woman awakes in total darkness, not knowing where she was or how she got there, leading her to believe she might be in purgatory or worse... Hell!
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…awoke in total darkness, cold and alone.
Drifting in and out of consciousness, she struggled to stay awake, but it was a battle she felt herself losing. Just how long she had been in this state of semi-consciousness, she could…
By Michael Fright
Read MoreOne man comes to grips with climate reality
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…leaves never came. Everyone had heard of climate change, but many did not believe the global news.
Jack had heard the stories of increased intensity of storms, flooding, drought and wildfires. He didn't believe it.
His father used to say, “Don't believe it till you see it. Damn Democrats lie about…
By Alex Almeida
Read MoreA short story based on the things that live deep inside my mind
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…you wipe your tears today, yeah you didn't hear me walking into the kitchen.
I looked at you and asked what's wrong hating the cold counter top under my hand.
You looked back at me and said it's just been a long day and that you are tired, if I could go back I…
By Marina Vos
Read MoreA student of art history starts a hunt for the story behind an obscure 1700's German painter. Can it help her finish a master's thesis?
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…I had been utterly frustrated with the odd jobs I was surviving by, I had likely never managed to motivate myself and return to my master’s thesis to finish my degree. My studies in art history had been miserably delayed. There were probably several reasons for my procrastination. After the final months of student-support gone by, I had ended up working a low-wage job at the Helsinki Kunsthalle. I had hoped that the job…
By Teemu Korpijärvi
Read MoreNear future; post climate apocalypse. Robots run things and have a weird sense of humour ... because they're robots!
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…the humans, on their way to work, passed under a sign that read Noah 48.
Tyler had a cush job putting food into the tubes. Day in; day out. He had successfully delivered his human charges their sustenance. He listened to early 20th C Pop and rock. He was told that had been popular before everything…
By Alex Almeida
Read MoreThis is an ekphrasis fiction collaboration between myself and photographer Dario Saraceno
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…do I look like to you? Don’t be shy. Do you find me attractive? Repulsive? Charming? Scary? How about determined?
Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brainard Bullion and I am a certifiable creativity coach, a conduit to the sacred hermaphroditical muse, CYN. I reside in a Long Beach, New York rental unit that offers a partial oceanfront view. My passions include somersaulting in the nude and doing…
By Mark Blickley
We all wear masks...
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…head Doctors told me I was cured. At least my urges to spy through people's windows was gone. That was until I saw the woman who moved in next store a few weeks later. That's when those urges and feelings that I spent hundreds of hours trying to work through and eliminate returned.
Dusk came and the sun bade farewell to the world surely as if it had been slain in one glorious black swallow of darkness that left its remains to dry themselves on the earth. Shadows lengthened and devoured the…
By RayFed
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