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.
Average living room, kitchen, dining room and bathroom.
Additional half bathroom in case one is busy.
Most importantly five bedrooms.
1. My wife and I.
2. For my beautiful daughter.
3. For my beautiful son.
4. For my office.
5. For guests.
I wake up and remember this is illegal in my country.
By Katherine Nefeli
Read MoreI wonder what will happen next. I daydream about the past, wondering what I could have done differently. I stress about the present.
I worry what’ll happen if I lose a part-time job without finding a new one.
I feel rushed, but I always feel rushed, stressed, and a failure before I have actually done anything.
The flies are driving me crazy. It’s hard to concentrate with them around me. Now I can’t drink my coffee. Not when I keep catching one sitting on the cup. Persistent bugs annoying me. Killed one at least.
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreI wish it wasn’t so hot and sticky. I wish I had more energy to stay awake. I wish I could take a nap.
I wish I could sleep better at night. I wish the cats didn’t fight every morning while I’m still trying to go to sleep.
I wish his headaches went away. I wish he was happy. I wish we were living on our own. I wish I had a better job.
I wish my parents were happy. I wish my sister wasn’t so stressed out. I wish I wasn’t so stressed out.
I wish I were writing. I wish I had a story to tell. I wish I were more interesting. I wish I could scratch that writer’s itch.
By Mary Glenn
Read More“They move away,
They age,
Then they die,”
My boss says
As he deletes his dead patients
From the list of people being
Mailed birthday cards
That year.
By Anonymous
Read MoreAfter a twelve hour drive to the base
And before a twelve hour drive back home
We were tired, hungry, and thirsty
But it was all worth it
Just for an hour to watch you graduate
We watched proudly as you became a man
But when you ran up to your father
And you hugged him, tears in your eyes
That moment is the one I’ll never forget
By Cristina WilCraft
Read MoreVisiting where I used to live. My parents’ house hasn’t changed. Though the people in it have. They have a new neighbor now. A woman from my mother’s job is living in the third floor. My mother is now rarely there. She’s spending all her time at church or in her brother’s house. My father is saving up to move into an apartment. My sister is starving and without cable or internet to entertain herself. If I hadn’t left would things have been different? Would anything have changed at all or so quickly?
By Anonymous Writer
Read MoreAt times I find the only next step is to look back at my mistakes and understand what lead to them, because the real terror is knowing that if I don’t they might be repeated. A horrific nightmare is the thought of existing in a loop, a rinse and wash of my failure.
By Seth McAllister
Read MoreI love you not only because you make me happy or because I can trust. I love you because we feel comfortable with each other. So comfortable we can fart in front of each other without making ugly faces. We just laugh as we each pass gas...
By Maddy Cakes
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