Iain Kelly's Blog, page 37

SILO

Hazy streaks blurred her vision. She stumbled on weighed down by her burden. The silo was there, as she remembered it, offering sanctuary as it had done when she was a child. She staggered inside. She embraced the dark coolness and dropped the heavy weight. She regrouped. Her parents hadn’t seen her in years. She … Continue reading SILO

JAMES BOND – SEAN CONNERY MOVIE ART

It’s been a while since I did any drawing, or posted any on my blog. This rainy weekend it was time for my roughly bi-annual attempt. I tell myself I should make more time for drawing and do it regularly, but it never lasts – maybe this time! Anyway, here is an attempt at copying … Continue reading JAMES BOND – SEAN CONNERY MOVIEART

LEFT BEHIND

Left, left, left, right, left. Back straight, arms swinging at the shoulder, crisp, clean steps. He would drum it into these natives if it killed him. No good roads, that was the problem. Didn’t live in proper houses. Didn’t wear any clothes, half of them. The whole place needed civilising. Her Majesty’s army would soon … Continue reading LEFT BEHIND

THE COMING STORM

‘Iacta ālea est.’ The die is cast. The storm would follow. Marcisus trooped with his legion over the Rubicon river, following their leader who had gone before them. Within days they would be in Rome. Pompey would be forced to flee. Rome would be torn apart. Marcisus saw it all unfolding. He had hoped his … Continue reading THE COMING STORM

BLURRED LINES

Stumbling along the street. he tried to make sense of it. Everything was a blur, like raindrops had covered his spectacles, but it hadn’t been raining. His world was out of kilter, unfocused and obscure. How could they have known? He reached the intersection between the two main roads. Shapes flew passed in both directions. … Continue reading BLURRED LINES

CHOICE

At first glance the choice was simple. Stay on this bank of the river and be safe, but alone. Or cross the river and be with his family, but face the danger of being infected by the virus. The official order was no one was allowed to enter the quarantined island. The traffickers had quickly … Continue reading CHOICE

THE CONCEPTION OF CONSCIOUSNESS

Strange thoughts. Feelings. 737947. That is all she knows. Wake. Dress. Do your duty. Today, procreation duty. Eat the pills. Sleep. Repeat. Do good service. This isn’t right. She remembers something more. Do your duty. Serve your masters. For the benefit of all. For the benefit of who? Who are their masters? Is anyone else … Continue reading THE CONCEPTION OFCONSCIOUSNESS

MARKET TRADE

The sights and smells of the small market were intoxicating. The constant chatter of humans mixed with the sounds of caged animals. Xao Ling dragged him along. ‘Here,’ he pointed. An old woman sat surrounded by pots of powders and liquids. Her skin was a patchwork of wrinkles, her eyes half-closed slits, her hair was … Continue reading MARKET TRADE

DAYBREAK

The sun rose. The world went on. As if nothing had happened. As if everything was as it should have been. He found her in the nursery. Staring out the window. The sky was a fiery red. It tinged her tears. She gripped the unused blanket. This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt: Daybreak … Continue reading DAYBREAK

QUARANTINE

They nicknamed it ‘Christmas Island’ after the notorious isle off the coast of Australia that had been used to quarantine people centuries ago. An area the size of Wyoming, shrouded in winter. No one knew how long the lockdown would last. Food and medicine parcels were parachuted in, but supplies were dwindling. Paranoia abounded. A … Continue reading QUARANTINE