Tag: violence

• CHASING PAPER DRAGONS

  

  Lucas finished folding the paper dragon and added it to the pile in the middle of the empty room. Three hundred and sixty-five paper dragons. Three hundred and sixty-five days since he had last chased the dragon. A whole year clean. Three hundred and sixty-five days since Angie had chased the dragon too hard and…

  Iain Kelly

  19/02/2017

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

  Chasing the dragon, creative writing, dragon, drama, Drug abuse, Drug use, Fiction, Flash Fiction, Knife, literature, Origami, Paper dragons, revenge, Short Story, story, Sunday Photo Fiction, violence, Writing

• THE NINE

  Rosa Maria watched Alejandro throw open the shutters. On the corner of Calle 9 and Avenue 5, they were open for business. Alejandro looked at his madre. This time he would make her proud. Her husband murdered, they had fled from Tijuana. Rosa Maria had scraped together what she could until she had enough to open the small restaurant. ‘La…

  Iain Kelly

  11/02/2017

  creative writing, Flash Fiction, Short Story, What Pegman Saw

  beginning, creative writing, drug, drug wars, family, Fiction, Flash Fiction, gang, literature, mexico, mexico city, murder, new start, restaurant, Short Story, story, violence, What Pegman Saw, 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

• 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

• LIFE SENTENCE

  The prisoner hung the bird feeder back on it’s hook and looked to the sky. No sign of them yet, but he knew they would come. The birds were the only visitors he got now. Over the years his friends had stopped coming, either through choice or because they had passed away. He hadn’t seen…

  Iain Kelly

  16/10/2016

  creative writing, Short Story, Sunday Photo Fiction

  bird feeder, birds, creative writing, crime, criminal, Fiction, Flash Fiction, life sentence, literature, prison, prisoner, probation, Short Story, story, Sunday Photo Fiction, violence, Writing