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.
Childhood memories of the curing love of Daddy's Potato Soup
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…a child of a large family in 1950, we experienced many childhood viruses. Of course, there are now vaccines for diseases we had, such as…
By Nancy Lou Henderson
Read MoreA woman faces a terrible tragedy on Christmas Eve but within two hours she makes a decision that not only changes her life but thousands more.
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…when Peter left work a few minutes early. Although he knew for days about the coming winter storm, it had completely slipped his mind when he rushed out the house late that morning. Having failed to wear a heavier…
By Michael Fright
Read More…truck at Rosser’s Crossing was on its way to Houston, Texas filled with groceries. Eighty thousand pounds of vehicle and canned vegetables on old Kentucky 79 neared Annie’s Grocery Mart and gas station.
The young man beside the blue mustang was singing as he replaced the nozzle in the old-fashioned gas pump and twisted the cap securely before flipping the tank lid closed. He sang louder and swayed as he…
By Elaine Marie Carnegie
Read MoreIn trying to solve the case of a missing teenage girl, the police stumble upon a decades old mystery guarded by a creature made of smoke.
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…narrow peninsula known as Kill Devil's Lair, was a forgotten stretch of rural countryside surrounded by a body of fresh water known as Hutton's Bay. Relatively untouched by civilization and rumored to be haunted by a legendary creature known as the Dim Vrag, it was a place you were wise to stay far away…
By Michael Fright
Read More…stared at the lines on the blank sheet of paper. He twiddled his biro pen in nervous fingers. Starting a new writing project was always nerve-wracking. He had some ideas but which of these ideas would be best for his next work? His first novel had been published and quite well received. Martin had even appeared on local television discussing his debut novel. He had followed that with a tour of book shops around the…
By Chris Platt
Read More…smiling man in a white suit opened his arms. He had grey hair and a bright warmth in his blue-green eyes. He reminded Adam of a Hollywood actor whose name he couldn't recall. Adam looked around. He was standing in what appeared to be the foyer of a top-end hotel. A grand staircase swept majestically up to the floors beyond. Classical music carried gently on the…
By Chris Platt
Read More…soon as the juke-box kicked in I froze, the glass of beer halfway to my lips. I recognised the tune immediately. It was them. They were his favourite band. I smiled and raised my glass. Pink Floyd. I thought of him. Of Chris. When I first met him I knew little of the prog-rock band apart from the prism on one of their album covers. Chris introduced me to the story and the music of the band he called…
By Chris Platt
Read More…hotel on the outskirts of York was exactly as Colin Doyle was expecting. It was the kind of place that was long past its heyday but you could still kind of see the glory it once had. It needed a massive refurb job but was still a grand place. His friends were staying in a low budget chain hotel in the city centre, but, being on the last-minute as always, Colin hadn’t been able to get in the same…
By Chris Platt
Read More…couldn’t believe it was 2020. The recent centenaries of the First World War years had sparked an interest in the happenings of a century ago and the anniversaries as they came up. He couldn’t explain why or how, but he felt strangely connected to the period a hundred years earlier. To be living in this new decade was special. He decided to refer to this new period as the…
By Chris Platt
Read More…people of the village ran, terrified, into the hills—the Outcast, Fremqul, walked down the steep path from his hideout in the hills.
The people had been warned about the HydraWoman approaching the village—Fremqul didn’t have a…
By Alexander Zoltai
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