Iain Kelly

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The plant pot lay in pieces on the pavement. Iain lay unconscious beside it. He should’ve paid more attention. Lady Wisoff-Fields claimed it was accidental. Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above). Last…

Iain Kelly

01/02/2017

creative writing, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Short Story

25, apology, creative writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, humor, humour, literature, penance, plant pot, Short Story, story, Writing
AFTER THE RAIN

Mum watched me anxiously from the window. I gave her a smile and a wave. The curfew had been lifted two days ago. I was the only one outside. The National Guard had gone home. Maybe it was the rain that kept everyone inside. The new President had lifted the ban. Dad said things would…

Iain Kelly

31/01/2017

creative writing, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Short Story

America, childhood, creative writing, donald trump, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, future, literature, muslim ban, president, puddles, rain, science fiction, Short Story, story, trump, Writing
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

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AFTER THE RAIN

REFUGEES

URBAN STREET

Interview with the Television Editor.