Tag: Writing

• THE JEWEL AND THE SEA

             The waves lapped on the hull. The mainsail flapped in the gentle breeze. The sun burned. The coast was a hazy blur in the distance behind them. The woman lay motionless on the deck of the sailboat. She lay on her back, basking in the sun’s rays. She wore a…

  Iain Kelly

  03/08/2016

  Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Short Story, Writing

  Bijou, Boat, Cote D’Azur, creative writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, France, Jewel, Man, Mediterranean, Prose, regret, Romance, Sailing, sea, Short Story, story, suicide, tragedy, Woman, Writing

• THE ATTIC BY THE SEA

  Exercise from a creative writing course I recently completed: Imagine a beach. On the beach is a door that leads to an attic. You go into the attic. Write about what you find there. THE ATTIC BY THE SEA        The attic was bare. The floorboards rough and uneven. As I walked across…

  Iain Kelly

  29/07/2016

  Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Writing, Writing Exercise

  attic, beach, calm, creative writing, Fiction, Flash Fiction, imagery, literature, memories, sea, Short Story, Writing, writing course, Writing Exercise

• LAST ORDERS

  The result of a writing exercise from a course I took recently – given the first sentence, extrapolate a page of fiction writing. LAST ORDERS            He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do, and looked at me vaguely. His large, dark, empty eyes reinforced the bovine similitude. He didn’t…

  Iain Kelly

  29/07/2016

  Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Writing Exercise

  Bar, Bartender, Fiction, First Sentence, Flash Fiction, Last Orders, noir, Short Story, Writing, Writing Exercise

• 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

• THERE WILL BE HOPE

       Running. Hard. Breathing heavy. Feet pounding. Sweat dripping. Muscles straining. The hard surface jarring his joints as he hurtles onwards. Round another corner. No time to look back. Need to stop. Hide. Somewhere.      Blood. Blood on the streets. Blood on his clothes. Death. He survives. He runs. Escape. In the future…

  Iain Kelly

  15/07/2016

  Fiction, Flash Fiction, Literature, Short Story, Writing

  creative writing, culture, Fiction, Flash Fiction, hope, love, peace, Short Story, Writing