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.
…rolled over and switched off the buzzing alarm clock. Seven a.m. He sighed. Had he slept at all? It felt like he’d been awake all night. Hardly surprising, these days, though. By December 2020, having lived under the shadow of the global pandemic, did anyone sleep like they once did? We don’t sleep, he thought, we just lie down and close our...
By Chris Platt
Read More…church was closed to the public due to renovation works in its crypts. Bella enjoyed the tranquil splendor of the place. She took her seat on one of the benches, opened her laptop, and started to look through the scans of the documents and…
By Valeriya Salt
Read More…Steve Loxley’s wife of six years told him she was leaving him the blow hit him hard. He stared at her. She leaned on the kitchen worktop, defiantly holding his…
By Chris Platt
Read More…tautly to her chest, she manages to find her breath. Her eyes wander around, intently searching for her house as though it is missing, as though this is her first time here. On one side there's a small salon, a big shopping mall, the one she has never visited or think of. Still on the other, a hospital, its structure towering high and already flooded with cars. The biggest in Lagos. A cavalcade of eye-catching…
By Gerald Ewa
Read More…trudged down the cobbled street. A young woman dashed past her in tears. Elizabeth kept walking. She knew what would have upset the girl. Most people she knew had lost someone in the Great War. This awful slaughter had been raging now for two long years. Would it ever end? Perhaps it would only stop when there were no lads left to…
By Chris Platt
Read More…stretched and got to his feet. They grabbed their suitcases from the rack and shuffled down the carriage. They stepped out onto the platform. The October wind tugged at their coats as they headed for the exit. Craig and Mike would be spending a few days in the small Yorkshire town of Mytholmroyd. The lads called these breaks walking holidays but it was as much about the beer as the hiking. They…
By Anonymous
Read MoreA fictional narrative of historical events that occured in the nineteenth century United States of America during the subjucation of the native population.
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…three years absent, I have returned to the Oklahoma Indian Reservation to be with my people, to die with them, as I have lived, loved and suffered with them. It is the winter of…
By John O'Donovan
Read More“Safe Harbor” is a story about a young woman's journey to find her true identity after her mother dies. It's also a story about love, Mother Earth, and living without fear.
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….docked alongside the pier. The ride from Long Beach had been choppy as the boat bounced over swells; passengers stumbled on deck and spilled drinks while waves hammered the…
By DC Diamondopolous
Read MoreMy story is about a pilot stranded alone in the frozen Mongolian tundra
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…gonna die. My plane is on fire and I’m about to crash into the frozen Mongolian
tundra. I look for somewhere to put my one-engine plane down. There’s a small patch…
By Brad Kollus
Read More…headmaster, Mr Keegan, looked down at us from the stage. We stared back. This was it. One last bullshit assembly and we were free. The middle aged man from leafy Cheshire glared at the hundred Salford kids. Both sides thinking the same thing. Not long now. After one last assembly we’d be done with each other. We would no longer be pupils of St Mary’s. He could get back to enforcing his petty rules on unruly children…
By Chris Platt
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