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.
…fading in and out of focus, buried beneath the minutiae of daily life. My mind plays tricks on me, blurring the boundary between what’s real and what’s not. The years pass and powerful forces conspire to make me question what my senses tell me. But the truth beckons, summons me to remember what I know, have always known, to look closer at what happened to that little…
By Linda Murphy Marshall
Read More…was, for perhaps the first time in a very long time, telling the truth. He truly believed there was nothing amoral, not even immoral, about what he had orchestrated: The theft of one GE Healthcare ventilator from the First Community hospital on twenty second street. How it had gone down was quite simple: It wasn't exactly a break-in, as Max Lewis believed. But Mr. Morton wasn't about to enlighten…
By Jack Bristow
Read MoreThere is a deep need within the narrator to be free for her own safety, sanity. A begging to get out, begging…
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…belatedly now that the choice to be a fool in spine and soul was mine alone. The wise know that the living have no right to forget that nothing is ever lost and that one’s truths live…
By Chitra Gopalakrishnan
Read More…faces an unusual crisis. It must respond to terrorist’s demands, or one of its allies will suffer crippling damage. Alternative actions have been considered but rejected as too dangerous or misguided. There is only one trusted person who might provide the needed wisdom and foresight to avoid this calamity. It wouldn’t be the first time that World Leaders have turned to this woman for…
By John Baldwin
Read MoreMobile phone addicts travel on a phone-free coach tour to the coast
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…loved the kitchen's colour scheme. Cream and white. It attracted light into the room and gave a feel of expanse. She had chosen the colours…
By Richard Prime
Read MoreWhat we intend doesn't ensure what we achieve.
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…thought Benny Gantz was a Jew. Ya’ know, ‘cause of the name. If Benny had ever been a Jew, it must’a been a long time ago. Now he’s just a nickel & dime crook, the kind’a guy Chandler would’a called a street punk. Benny looked out for Benny. The only higher-power he respected was anybody…
By K. L. Shipley
Read More…turned onto the high street, dashing in between the cars, and finding a gap in the traffic, crossed over the road. As she stepped onto the kerb on the other side her mobile phone rang. She rummaged in her coat pocket for her phone. Still walking, she hit the green answer…
By Chris Platt
Read More…prejudice, job discrimination on the basis of race!” Robert’s voice boomed as he shouted his complaint towards the waspish, angular man, essentially his boss. With a pinched expression, and wire-rimmed bifocals, Moorhead wore a tailored suit and polished shoes worth a few months mortgage. “It’s illegal and could get us sued and publicly…
By John Tavares
Read More…getting colder every day. He didn’t really have any way of fighting the cold either. As it was, he was already wearing just about every piece of clothing he owned. The only things left in his army surplus backpack were a couple of t-shirts and one pair of socks. Of course there was the ratty sleeping bag too, but that was for nights, when it got really…
By B Hazy
Read MoreThe Gidat fall to an evil King with unnatural powers.
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…was the heart of Sadat. People filled the Sacellum, the place gidats returned to every three unters to hear the Gidat. The holy sanctuary was rivaled only by the Palace which stood on Hilltop looking down on the…
By Eme Savage
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