Tag: depression

• DARK CLOUDS

  

  One final effort and he would make it to the ridge that ran along the top of the mountain. His mind had been so clear that morning, filled with only the thought of scaling the hill. But as he had ascended, the worries of his life had crept in again. The company was going under.…

  Iain Kelly

  01/03/2018

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, Thursday Photo Prompt

  #writephoto, Clouds, company, coping, creative writing, dark, dark thoughts, depression, family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, hill, life, literature, mental illness, mood, mountain, pressure, scenery, Short Story, story, strain, stress, suicide, sun, Thursday Photo Prompt, Writing, writing prompt

• ELLIE

  

  Ellie struggled along the icy path to the children’s hospital, two full bags in either hand. ‘Morning, Ellie. What are you donating today? More hats?’ Ellie nodded. Bill took the bags from her. ‘Thank you, Ellie. You have a nice Christmas.’ Ellie left silently. Bill handed the bags to Beth. ‘Put these with the rest.’…

  Iain Kelly

  20/12/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Sunday Photo Fiction

  baby, bereavement, charity, child, christmas, Cold, coping, creative writing, Death, depression, donation, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, grief, hats, hospital, infant, kindness, knitting, literature, loss, neo-natal, sadness, Short Story, storm, story, Writing, writing prompt

• 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

• THE LAST FLOWERS

             Eight in the morning and she was still the only one there. She wasn’t surprised. It had been three weeks now. Still Evie felt she had to come. She hunched down against the concrete pillar, protecting her from the unceasing wind. At least it wasn’t raining today. The surface of…

  Iain Kelly

  28/07/2016

  Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Short Story, Writing

  creative writing, depression, drama, Fiction, flowers, grief, Short Story, suicide, tragedy, Writing