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.
…wakes up screaming the night it happens. The screaming is before and undoubtedly why Candace won’t believe what happens next. The screaming is the first few seconds of a nightmare that Mish refuses to have, a practiced scream to wake herself up. And she does. And she goes to the window and checks the newly installed bars, and she grips the metal with her hands and shakes to make…
By Tayler Bunge
Read More…was a bright Monday morning, regardless of the fact that bright was hardly the right word to describe the dark event that the country woke up to. Prominent lawyer, Philip Enmebaragesi was found dead in the infant hours of the…
By Allan Shawa
Read More…slammed the door behind him and jogged over to his gleaming black range rover. Eight weeks old, he laughed, as he sped off down the road, that mutt was probably half that. Still, she was off his hands and he had another lot of pups to shift to more unsuspecting…
By Chris Platt
Read More…snatched her father’s Toronto Blue Jays baseball cap from his head, of thick dark hair, and tossed his hat onto the pedestrian crosswalk. Javier chuckled as he picked up his hat, dusted the visor, and returned it to his head. He pushed Corie’s stroller along the busy sidewalks of Bloor Street West. They strolled near the neo-Victorian house, which Olivia’s salary and fees as an international trade lawyer allowed them…
By John Tavares
Read More…went into the pub and made his way to the bar. The place was busy with people, like him, celebrating the fact it was Thursday evening, and wishing the weekend was already here. Maybe if they drank enough they would skip Friday and come straight out at Saturday…
By Chris Platt
Read More…fading in and out of focus, buried beneath the minutiae of daily life. My mind plays tricks on me, blurring the boundary between what’s real and what’s not. The years pass and powerful forces conspire to make me question what my senses tell me. But the truth beckons, summons me to remember what I know, have always known, to look closer at what happened to that little…
By Linda Murphy Marshall
Read More…was, for perhaps the first time in a very long time, telling the truth. He truly believed there was nothing amoral, not even immoral, about what he had orchestrated: The theft of one GE Healthcare ventilator from the First Community hospital on twenty second street. How it had gone down was quite simple: It wasn't exactly a break-in, as Max Lewis believed. But Mr. Morton wasn't about to enlighten…
By Jack Bristow
Read MoreThere is a deep need within the narrator to be free for her own safety, sanity. A begging to get out, begging…
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…belatedly now that the choice to be a fool in spine and soul was mine alone. The wise know that the living have no right to forget that nothing is ever lost and that one’s truths live…
By Chitra Gopalakrishnan
Read More…faces an unusual crisis. It must respond to terrorist’s demands, or one of its allies will suffer crippling damage. Alternative actions have been considered but rejected as too dangerous or misguided. There is only one trusted person who might provide the needed wisdom and foresight to avoid this calamity. It wouldn’t be the first time that World Leaders have turned to this woman for…
By John Baldwin
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