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.
A day in the life of a homeless…
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…empty railroad yards, abandoned buildings, park benches and at times local jails. My only companion is my reflection in storefront windows when I pass. Occasionally it surprises me showing…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…soon as Karl saw her from across the office, he knew he liked her. There was something different about her, a quirkiness, an edge, he couldn’t quite explain. She was pale and wore a long flowing overcoat. She looked completely different to the other office workers. The manager, Joanne, headed…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreThis is a short story from…
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…or nothing for sixty-nine miles. I didn’t think my mother’s 54 Pontiac had it in her to go that far. I pulled off the highway, cranking the…
By Tam Francis
Read MoreDo these pages keep you intrigued
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…father of Martha places his left palm on the young woman’s forehead. “I command the erase of memories.” He commends his wife with a…
By Ace
Read More…walked quickly down Manchester’s city streets. The pavements were busy with early evening people, either on their way home from work, shopping or socialising, or on their way out the night. A swagger of young lads walked by, all aftershave and fresh haircuts. Patrick side-stepped and moved around them, today he had a swagger of his…
By Chris Platt
Read More…liked nothing better than to put on his best hat, hitch a ride from Hud-dle Creek up to Baton Rouge, and spend his day off in a dark theatre watching the mov-ing pictures. He paid his seven cents for the ticket, went around the side entrance, and climbed the steps to the balcony. The matinee featured his favorite, Buster Keaton, in The Balloonatic and Our Hospitality, and there would be short movies…
By DC Diamondopolous
Read MoreA night of poor decisions unnecessary risks and love
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…had just scored eighty bucks in crack from the black dudes in the Sugar Hill neighborhood. The car I'm driving burns oil and produces a trail of gray smoke still visible at night. Adding to the car's unique characteristics, the license plates are stolen from an abandoned car in South…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read More…had already forgotten about the doorbell. It happened often at his apartment complex. Somebody buzzed the wrong room or some kids went around buzzing every room. He had grown accustomed to it after four years of living…
By Riley Winchester
Read More…Langston Penniman sat on the edge of his bed, stretching his black fingers. Everything had either twisted up on him or shrunk except his stomach. Once six-foot-five, he now plunged to six two, still tall, but not the imposing dignitary he once was standing behind the lectern in front of his…
By DC Diamondopolous
Read More…afternoon, mother and son bonded with a game of eight ball played on the table next to the Olympic-sized swimming pool. The help, taking a respite from cleaning, serving, and bartending, surreptitiously eyed Mother expertly lining-up combinations, her sarong pulled high above her…
By Michael Ellman
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