Iain Kelly

BUDGET SPACE TRAVEL

The train arrived at Prestwick Spaceport, built adjoining the airport. The heavy spacesuit made the short walk to the terminal difficult for Frank, the boots weighed him down. Since watching an astronaut talk to his school class from the Space Station forty years ago, Frank had dreamed of travelling in space. He had bought the…

Iain Kelly

12/03/2017

creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, Sunday Photo Fiction

Civilian, comedy, creative writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, future, humor, humour, literature, Middle-aged, Prestwick, Short Story, Space, Space tourism, Space travel, Spaceport, story, Sunday Photo Fiction, Writing, writing prompt
GOD BLESS THE CAUSE FOR WHICH I DIE

The St. Patrick’s Day celebrations were over. An old drunk started singing ‘The Dying Rebel.’ ‘I never would have thought those songs would be anything but historical,’ said the red-haired woman. ‘I never thought they’d put up a border posts across Ireland again,’ the man replied. He looked at the woman. ‘We need to make…

Iain Kelly

11/03/2017

creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

America, bomb, border, brexit, britain, consequences, creative writing, Dublin, europe, european union, Fiction, Flash Fiction, ireland, literature, northern ireland, politics, republican, Short Story, st patrick’s day, story, terrorism, the dying rebel, the troubles, war, What Pegman Saw, Writing, writing prompt
THE DYING LIGHT

My life gathered round. Eve, the passionate glowing flames, lightening the dark. Martha and Olivia, flickering young embers floating playfully. Mother and father, wisps of smoke dissipating. The campfire warmth fades. A life that burned brightly ends. The cold shadow of night envelops. Farewell, sweet Earth. I drift away. Written for the Scottish Book Trust’s monthly 50-word Fiction…

Iain Kelly

10/03/2017

50 Word Fiction, creative writing, Flash Fiction, poem

50 Word Fiction, campfire, dark, Death, embers, Fiction, flames, Flash Fiction, life, light, mood piece, poem, prose poem, scottish book trust, Writing, writing prompt
PLAGUE

Angie came running in with her prisoner trapped inside the jar. ‘Look what I got, Mum.’ Mum was too busy scrubbing dust out of the clothes. ‘Look what I caught, Dad.’ Dad was too busy in the barn, shoeing the horse. Angie sat on the stoop. ‘Not one of them is interested.’ She watched the…

Iain Kelly

08/03/2017

creative writing, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Story

creative writing, Crops, family, Farm, Farmers, Farming, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Insects, literature, Locusts, Plague, Short Story, story, Writing, writing prompt
THE PIANIST’S SET LIST

A typical midweek night in the hotel bar. The usual collection of travelling business men and insipid locals. I stuck to the set list, occasionally adding a meagre jazz interlude. Gwen was sitting at the bar. Her cheap perfume stank the place out, the attempt at an alluring red dress screamed desperation. By eleven it was deserted. Behind…

Iain Kelly

06/03/2017

creative writing, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Short Story

Bar, creative writing, crime, Death, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hotel, literature, mood piece, murder, noir, pianist, piano, prostitute, set list, setlist, Short Story, story, town, Writing, writing prompt

BUDGET SPACE TRAVEL

GOD BLESS THE CAUSE FOR WHICH I DIE

THE DYING LIGHT

PLAGUE

THE PIANIST’S SET LIST