Iain Kelly

REFUGEES

An oil tanker spotted the small sailboat drifting across the shipping channels. The captain attempted to hail them with no response. The coastguard were scrambled to intercept. I got the call just as I was sitting down to dinner. Two hours later the sailboat was tethered to the coastguard cutter, five nautical miles from the…

Iain Kelly

29/01/2017

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

America, banned, coastguard, creative writing, crisis, donald trump, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Humanity, immigrants, literature, muslim, refugee, rescue, sailboat, Short Story, story, Sunday Photo Fiction, Writing
URBAN STREET

I walked down Urban Street where the kid had taken the bullet last night. The Community Center sat on the corner. It looked like a vacant lot. All the windows were boarded up. I heard singing. A mournful gospel voice. I pulled open the door and edged in. The choir broke into a powerful cry.…

Iain Kelly

28/01/2017

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

America, buffalo, community center, creative writing, Death, drugs, family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, gun law, gun violence, homicide, literature, murder, police, poverty, Short Story, social injustice, society, story, urban decay, urban street, violence, What Pegman Saw, Writing
Interview with the Television Editor.

I have had the delightful / surreal experience of being interviewed about my writing experiences and self-publishing my first book by some hamsters… You can read the results below. Many thanks to Shehanne for taking the time and constantly being supportive. You can visit her varied and entertaining blog here https://shehannemoore.wordpress.com/

Iain Kelly

26/01/2017

Hamsters, Interview, Writing

bizarre, Hamsters, humor, humour, Interview, publicity, surreal, Writing, writing advice
TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS

Tam stumbled out the pub into his car. ‘Off home then, Meg,’ he patted the grey metal, named after the horse she had replaced. After several attempts he managed to crank the engine into life and got behind the wheel. He weaved drunkenly along the single track road. As he passed the old church and…

Iain Kelly

25/01/2017

creative writing, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Story

a tale, ayr, bridge of doon, burn’s day, burns, creative writing, driving, drunk, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, ghosts, graveyard, haggis, literature, nationla poet, robert burns, scotland, Short Story, spirits, story, tam, tam o’shanter, witches, Writing
YEAR OF THE FIRE ROOSTER

‘Hell of a way to start the new year.’ Samson looked round the room. Everything was red. Decorations, walls, the clothes on the victim, the pool of blood on the floor, the spatter of blood on the wall. ‘It’s the contradiction, you see?’ Cheng explained. ‘The colour red. Chinese New Year is celebrated with the…

Iain Kelly

23/01/2017

creative writing, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Short Story

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REFUGEES

URBAN STREET

Interview with the Television Editor.

TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS

YEAR OF THE FIRE ROOSTER