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.
…pushed his way through the packed bar. He squeezed and shoved his way between the people drinking over-priced drinks and laughing too loudly, determined to show the world they were having such a good time. Media City was something else. It was in Salford and housed the television studios for BBC and ITV, as such it attracted a unique clientele. It had a strange energy, very pretentious and…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA hardboiled crime story…
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…a dishwasher at the Greasy Plate Café in Santa Cruz. And her sex life was nearly nonexistent: there were a few lovers, but after the sex it was always the same in the morning, a note left on the bed: It was fun. I’ll call you––her phone never…
By D.A. Helmer
Read More…make small talk on the ride to her house. She mentions that she grew up in West Texas near Amarillo and went to the University of Texas in Austin. Met her now ex-husband there and was married for close to twenty some years. Raised two children…
By Judge Santiago Burdon
Read MoreA 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
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