Author Archives: Alan James Keogh

About Alan James Keogh

I am a 24 year old writer who somehow tricked U.C.D. into giving me not only a degree in English and Classical studies, but an Hons Masters in Creative Writing too. Visit my blog where I post short stories twice a week (Monday and Wednesday) and an installment of a serialised novel on Fridays. I did consider writing this in the third person, as though it was written by someone else, but Alan is not comfortable writing in the third person as it seems kinda creepy and unbalanced so Alan decided it was probably best to write in the first person. He hopes it went well for him.

The Gift. Short Story.

“Get the Gift! It will change your life!” Brian stood at the bus stop, the advertisement blaring out behind him, he didn’t need to turn to picture the smiling face that no doubt filled the bus shelter. She was young, … Continue reading

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The City of Prosperity. Short Story.

The sun rose over the city of Prosperity, the first and only fully automated city. The tall glass buildings glinted in the dawn light, it could be seen from miles around, a shining beacon in the middle of the dreary, … Continue reading

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We Need to Talk. Short Story.

Fiona looked at her phone, still nothing. She took a sip of her coffee, she scanned the small coffee shop again, it wasn’t like Jack to be late and he was the one who wanted to meet with her. She shifted … Continue reading

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The Fly. Flash Fiction.

Doug frowned and waved distractedly at the air, that damn fly was buzzing around him again. It had been in the office most of the day, even though the door and both of the windows were open, the damn things … Continue reading

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Good Samaritan. Flash Fiction.

Sarah paused, the glass of water halfway to her lips, had she heard something? It almost sounded like a faint voice calling out. She took a sip from the glass, then turned to go back into the sitting room, she … Continue reading

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A Beautiful Gift. Flash Fiction.

Christina opened the small package, she reached inside and pulled out a wad of paper, followed by another, her hands hit something hard and cold, she wrapped her hand around it and pulled out a small glass sculpture. She turned … Continue reading

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No short story today. 

Unfortunately last night we had to put our dog Jessie to sleep, there won’t be a short story today.  She was a good dog and will be sorely missed. 

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