Iain Kelly

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

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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

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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

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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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HOLIDAY OF YOUR DREAMS

In the dark, bare concrete room huge bloodshot eyes leered out at her. Bright red lips manically grinned. Tufts of dishevelled green and purple hair sprouted from the white scalp. A venomous sharp red nose pushed and prodded her. ‘Come on down to the County Hotel. So much to see and do,’ said the clown,…

Iain Kelly

22/01/2017

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

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URBAN STREET

Interview with the Television Editor.

TAM, IN HONOUR OF RABBIE BURNS

YEAR OF THE FIRE ROOSTER

HOLIDAY OF YOUR DREAMS