Tag: Death

• 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

• 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

• FALLEN TREE

  There was a time when my father stood strong. Through any storm his branches protected us. His roots anchored us to the land. His trunk solid and unbending against history. Now the turmoil of time has taken its toll. That once great man lies now broken. Torn down by years of war and violence. Now…

  Iain Kelly

  16/01/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, poem, Short Story

  dark, Death, depression, family, father, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, history, literature, persecution, poem, poetry, Short Story, story, syria, trees, violence, war

• KARMA

  Locked in the attic again, Anna incanted the spell from the book once more. Nothing happened. She threw the heavy tome out the window in frustration. Her stepfather was in the garden. The police ruled accidental death. They never found the object that had caused the blow to his head. Written for the Scottish Book…

  Iain Kelly

  05/11/2016

  50 Word Fiction, Books, Flash Fiction, Short Story

  50 Word Fiction, Abuse, books, creative writing, Death, Fiction, Flash Fiction, humour, Karma, literature, murder, Powerful books, scottish book trust, Short Story, Stepfather, story, Writing