Category: Flash Fiction

• 25

  

  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

• 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

• 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

• 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

  clown, creative writing, dream, dreams, fear, Fiction, Flash Fiction, hotel, humor, humour, literature, nightmare, rat, scared, Short Story, snake, story, Sunday Photo Fiction, Writing