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.
…was pulling on his coat, about to leave for another day of nine-to-five drudgery and office politics, when the letter came through his letterbox. It landed on the mat, face up, lying invitingly. The top corner of the white envelope bore the hallmark of Esther Dennis, the latest publisher he’d submitted his novel…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA day in the life of heroin addict Santiago and the search for his girlfriend.
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…drinking at Jeff's Pub with a guy who enjoys my company for some strange reason. My guess, he's entertained by my witty, sarcastic and what he considers humorous dialogue. This guy is obnoxious, poor hygiene , a bigot, a racist and a dedicated Catholic with a firm belief in God. He is also my Barber…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…adjusted his bag on his shoulder and took a deep breath before pushing through the creaking double doors of the old scout hut. The seven people sitting around the long table in the middle of the room turned to see who was joining them. A woman in her fifties got to her feet, smiling politely. She removed her reading…
By Chris Platt
Read More…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
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