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.
…had been counting down to their holiday to Majorca for weeks. Phil had started to wonder if they’d ever actually get there, if the day would ever come. But, at last, there they were, stepping off the plane and into the oven-blast heat…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreI am Riddhima Sharma, a literature…
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…startled when I heard a voice coming from the door. Hava was talking to Britney who passed the offer and I knew that she will be heading toward my office room…
By Riddhima Sharma
Read MoreThey steal in order…
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…gangly woman is wearing a green hijab that covers her entire body from her head to her ankles, save a small round portion of her face. She carefully brings down the tray from her head and places it on her propped up…
y Triumph Akhigbe
Read More…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
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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
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