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.
…was feeling good on his Friday night drive home. It was the height of summer and the world seemed a wonderful place. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the classical music playing on the car-stereo. It had been a good day in the car…
By Chris Platt
Read More…professor’s unabashed praise of Calvin’s “exceptionally florid storytelling style” compelled him to make the life and career-changing decision to go big time. He was sure that with his diploma in hand, and the polished talent it took to earn it, he would be a LaLaLand A-Lister in no time; besides, with the...
By CraigE
Read More…looked around the function room. His cousin’s 30th birthday party was in full swing. He always found this kind of bash depressing. Everyone always seemed to be coupled off and loved up. And, as usual, he was on his own. His aunt…
By Chris Platt
Read More… stepped through the double-doors and into the social club. He was puzzled for a moment by the darkness inside. He had arranged to play a few frames of pool with his brother in law and was due to…
By Chris Platt
Read More...on as the new member of staff was being shown around the office. Beverley was the new operations manager. As soon as Joy met Beverley, she knew they were going to get along. There was ...
By Chris Platt
Read More... I was released from prison, I was determined that this time things would be different. I had been on the wrong side of the law since my teens, and been what the media would call a gangster, a villain, for most...
By Chris Platt
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...early on with a deep-seated identity crises brought on by the general anxiety disorder gifted to her by a dysfunctional family, Janine Fetterman always felt more at ease...
By CraigE
Read More...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
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