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.
This story traces the life of a traditional healer tasked by her ancestors to find grief-healing…
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…month-long journey from Madjembeni—a small scenic village that flowed with fresh water. The water smelled of fish and pebbles in Bushbuckridge to the waterverse. It also smelled of cows and wild animals because that’s where they also…
By Keketso Mashigo
Read More…peered around his computer monitor. His manager, at the desk facing his, glanced away from his own screen. He raised a what is it? eyebrow.
‘Am I okay to finish half an hour early tonight?’
His manager paused a moment before telling him it was fine. Peter had expected that…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreHow does your view of your life change if suddenly your IQ is raised?
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…her since second grade. Kayla’s family had moved from New Jersey to Pennsylvania and there she was, a slender little thing with her head hanging shyly, thick blond hair pulled into two ponytails and swinging prettily…
By Margaret Karmazin
Read MoreAt 9:00 p.m., a thunderstorm forced him to climb to 10,000 feet to fly above the…
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…miles from Le Bourget Air Field, he began to see the flares. Less than 33 hours earlier, 500 people had watched the 25-year-old pilot take off from a muddy Roosevelt Field runway in New York. He hoped to become the first…
By Pete Black
Read More…felt his marriage to Susan had been on the rocks for years. Things just weren’t right between them. They were completely different people. These days they hardly spoke to each other and when they did it usually ended in an argument. The niggling doubts he’d been having for years were increasing as their marriage trundled on. They were just going through the motions. They could have an argument about…
By Chris Platt
Read More…so many of the wounded because it was a short drive from Lowry Air Force Base. Lowry was on the flat plains just east of Denver. On almost any day, the planes flying in from the west could be seen coming over the mountains, descending to the runway in a perfectly straight line as though they were all connected to the same…
By Richard Levy
Read More“We were the wallflowers. The weeds. The throwaways.”
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…again I was left standing alone against the wall while the pretty ones all around me were chosen and floated off as though they were helium balloons on streamers which never touched the ground. The girls’ giggles when the handsome boys’ hands caught theirs and led them off lingered in the air on either side…
By Carmen Baca
Read More…served three years on a ten to fifteen stretch for armed robbery when the Governor of Ohio decided, for monetary reasons, to pardon a big group of nonviolent offenders. Somehow my shyster lawyer got me on the list and I have no idea how he convinced them that I was non-violent. Suddenly I was a free bird; back out in the civilian world with no parole and no…
By Benjamin Fine
Read More…film crew hacked and pushed on through the jungle. At their head Sir Ralph Gordon, intrepid explorer and sailor. He had been declaring for years that he would one day discover the Enryb, a tribe that had often been spoken of, but nobody had ever seen. Sir Ralph checked the readings on his compass and also his mobile satellite navigation devised. He nodded to the…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreChildhood 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
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