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.
…woke up and rolled over in bed. It took him a moment to figure out what day it was. Saturday? Yep, pretty sure it was Saturday. Excellent. After a particularly gruelling week at work, a couple of days away from the office was just what he needed. A lazy day, pottering about, walking his black Labrador, Dingo, then a film and a take-away later on, that sounded just ideal. He tossed back the duvet and shrugged…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThis is an excerpt from Little Tea.
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…aren't shy when they’re born to this world. Shyness evolves in increments from cause and effect until it morphs into an ingrained personality trait earned the hard way. It’s a cornerstone of wariness from which one engages with the world, a hesitancy toward humanity that colors self-esteem. I was ten…
By Claire Fullerton
Read More…up from his computer screen. His colleague Callum hovered by his desk, slurping tea from a chipped Manchester City mug. It took Phil a second to recall what was happening on Friday. Their colleague, Mike, was turning thirty so a night out had been arranged. The birthday night out had been excitedly talked about in the fortnight…
By Chris Platt
Read More…almost magical,” Ray thought as he watched the gently falling snow reflecting off the neon signs and streetlights. Any other time Ray would have appreciated the beauty of the scene, but not tonight. “What the hell am I going to do now?” he thought as he turned and faced his brother from the passenger seat of the…
By Lawson Wallace
Read MoreYoung boy and family fend off Valentine's Vampires
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…is here again at the old Comet Mall. Hey, howdy, chill to see y’all again for the returning Comet Mall shoppers. And welcome to all those who pulled off the interstate for lunch or that damn car light that needs a new bulb. Remember a Comet Shopper never…
By Alex Almeida
Read MoreSometimes it takes a dead man to make life worth living again.
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…like nothing else. Okay, maybe second only to the soul-sucking presence of my fifteen-year old son. Caleb's only communication skills consisted of the ever-present smartphone. He certainly wasn't texting me. We moseyed up and down the aisles at Bullseye. Hunting for school supplies. Each…
By Steven Roisum
Read More…jumped at the sound of the doorbell, ripping the paper she had been reading in two. Her body tensed. She dropped the two halves of the newspaper. They floated to the floor, slowly and peacefully.
'Hi how are you,' she heard Adam say, from the front door downstairs. 'Great, doing just…
By Tim Oke
Read More…it lay helplessly on the laminate flooring, with its entire body crushed and its own blood and pus seamlessly pouring out everywhere, the spider looked pretty damn dead to Frank. He couldn’t be entirely sure however, as a few of its legs were still twitching in sudden, jolting movements. It could just be a reflex action, he thought to himself. Either way, he didn’t dare try to put his face anywhere near the gooey mess…
By Martin White
Read More…story of her death was a familiar one. A dark night, sheets of rain, a driver who couldn’t see. The wreck ejected her from her vehicle, straight through the glass; it shattered in the shape of a heart. The pain she endured was brief. One minute she was there, and the next she simply was not, and the pain, though extreme, did not consume…
By Holly Wright
Read More… Island was home to around 50,000 people—place of temperate weather—land of great fertility.
There were two smaller islands close-by—thirty minutes boat-trip-near—one rich in iron ore, to the North—one supplying an abundance of wood from many tree species, to the…
By Alexander Zoltai
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