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.
...followed her friends down the city-centre high street. It was such a laugh going shopping with her friends. While her husband Steve was glued to the football scores at home, she would go out enjoying herself with...
By Chris Platt
Read More…stared at the poster in the shop window with interest. His local mini-market and the chip-shop next door always had their windows full of leaflets and posters. Graham would…
By Chris Platt
Read More…two buses it took to get to work, she didn’t mind the fact that it took her over an hour for the journey, and had to spend time hanging around in Manchester’s Shude Hill bus…
By Chris Platt
Read More…eleven years old when all this started. Before the incident he was an average kid, into films and TV, and playing out with my friends. One afternoon in May, it was half-term and he was…
By Chris Platt
Read More…poured relentlessly through the night, drenching the countryside in a glistening sheen. The reflections of passing cars’ headlights flickered on the wet asphalt like a hundred…
By Silviya Rankova
Read MoreSet in the Depression Era…
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…was the era of the Great Depression in the United States, and all of the nation’s people started to suffer from it. Work was scarce…
By Ry Carey0
Read MoreTo Become is a science fantasy…
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…eyes opened to the unknown. An entire world the color of washed-out rust. Well, that wasn't exactly true. There were those hard-shelled blackish things crawling around. Most of them were as long as an arm and looked like a trilobite. They seemed harmless enough until they…
By M. J. Fairchild
Read More…and his wife Emma sighed as they dragged their suitcases into the air-conditioned reception of the Spanish hotel. They would be holidaying in the coastal resort of Benalmadena for the next two…
By Chris Platt
Read MoreA three-part story about…
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…adjusted his rucksack on his shoulder and headed through the high school gates. He had a feeling that it would be another bad day. As he reached the playground, he felt the eyes on…
By Chris Platt
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