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Verbal Verbosity~100 Word Challenge~Transistor

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Transistors were instrumental in the sad demise of the good old fashioned hearing aid trumpet.

Great-Great-Grandad, would just say Eh! What! He would get very annoyed and ask you to speak up!

Great-Grandad used a trumpet to magnify the sound. This was not a very effective alternative, but very picturesque.

Grandad used a transistor powered hearing aid that was strapped to his body. This would greatly amplify the sound.

Dad uses a digital hearing aid that is almost invisible.

I am on the list for a Cochlea operation.

We have come a long way since the transistor revolutionised hearing ability.

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First 50 Words~The Money~Two for the price of one

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 SECRET MEMO

We have a cure for most of the illness that plagues mankind, a very cheap easy to make remedy that would revolutionise medicine if we were to release our patent. We cannot make money from this product so we sit on it. Hide it away, we pay many millions of our profits to silence the inventor and keep our shareholders happy. We buy their silence with the money.

 

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LOAN SHARKS

Alphonse and Arthur were loan sharks, they would lend out small sums of money for very high rates of interest, usually to very poor people who were in a financial mess. They would collect their money with threats, they always took two very fierce dogs wherever the went. One day they were found dead in a pond covered in frog spawn. They had been killed for the money they extorted by frogmen vigilantes. The dogs were tamed by the frogs.

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Verbal Verbosity~100 Word Challenge~EVEN NICENESS IS NOT INDISPENSABLE

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 Every morning she would arrive and it was as if the sun had come out. Everybody liked her, she was so very nice, always very happy and there was never a ripple of adversity among her colleagues. One Friday morning a trolley full of champagne was delivered to our office. There was much speculation about this delivery, until she walked in beaming. “I’m leaving today to get married, and I would like to say goodbye in style” Hearty congratulations were expressed and the champagne was rapidly consumed. The office routine continues, not quite so brightly, now you are gone girl.

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First 50 Words~The Club

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CLUBLAND

Ug said to Gug let’s hit the road, the tribe are on the move. You bring your club and I’ll bring mine. The noise was deafening when they arrived. The Cavern club was echoing. The rock was resounding and vibrating, bouncing off the walls. Cavemen clubbed and cave women fell, under the spell of the music. Rocking and writhing, jerking and jiving. Then Gug said to Ug, I love it here, this is the ace of clubs.

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First 50 Words~Birthday Cake

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A VERY SWEET WAY TO DIE

The funeral was a very solemn occasion. The Coroner had recorded, Death by Misadventure. Grandad had died on his 90th birthday, at his birthday party. The whole family were present when they wheeled in a huge iced birthday cake with 90 years old written on it in blue marzipan. Grandad’s face lit up as he quickly tasted a huge piece of icing. Suddenly he gasped and collapsed choking, then he lay very still.

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First 50 Words~ Frogs

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THE SHRINKING POPULATION~ 2 ~ FROGS

We were all members of the same pond, after Mama had deposited us in a large floating green mass of frogspawn. I remember becoming a playful tadpole, wriggling and swimming freely with my brothers and sisters, There were hundreds of us at first, but very few survived to become frogs, just Cyril and I actually. All the others were eaten by birds and fish. Cyril and I hopped away to another pond and met two lovely lady frogs.

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THE SHRINKING POPULATION

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This is the latest Picture, from the picture it and write series from Ermilia’s blogimage

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Photograph provided and credited by Ermilia to Diggie Vitt

MINIATURIZATION

By John Yeo

My name is Little John, I am part of the shrinking population. My friend Margaret  looks after me. Margaret is still 5′-5″ tall and was once shorter in height than me, I am now 3″ tall.  I am part of a worldwide experiment to save the planet.

I found myself in her office one day, having hitched a ride on the inside of her umbrella. Whenever anyone approaches and comes near Margaret’s desk, I hide behind the imitation inkwell, next to her computer  keyboard. I also hide from Houseflies, and giant Spiders, and many other flying, stinging, hungry predators. I eat the crumbs from Margaret’s sandwiches and sip the drops of tea in the saucer underneath her teacup.

One day Margaret was bored and folded a large piece of paper, origami style, into a very impressive paper aeroplane. I laughed and Margaret smiled as I climbed aboard my private custom built aircraft. I held on very, very tightly as Margaret took aim and gently threw me on my wings across the office. The ride was exhilarating, we repeated the flight several more times as my excitement grew, we then took my new craft into the open air. This was fantastic, as the wind took control, I glided across the lawn, my scarf flying freely. Margaret took  this photograph with the camera on her i-phone.

I hope one day to be able to take a granule of a pill, like the famous Alice in Wonderland and regain my normal size. They say the shrinking population will eat less and solve the worlds food shortages and space problems. I have my doubts, insects will probably wipe us all out and we will become extinct like the dinosaurs.

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NEW SURROUNDINGS

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Robert Brewer’s Wednesday Poetry prompt on Writers Digest

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-269

For this week’s prompt, write a new surroundings poem. The new digs could be a house, new work environment, the great outdoors, hotel room, etc. It can be exciting, sad, scary, and about any other emotion you can imagine.

NEW SURROUNDINGS

By John Yeo

The postman just brought something,

The flap clatters and falls

I put my teacup on the table 

Then slowly I enter the hall.

The cat follows, rubbing my leg,

A picture postcard lies on the mat.

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I slowly bend to examine,

The beautiful pictures stand out.

Palm trees beaches and blue skies

Green trees and flowery sunshine.

I turn to the writing over

A message of love and care.

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We are having a holiday Granddad,

We really wish you were here.

I turn to look at my view

Concrete flats and factories where.

With smoking chimneys and traffic,

The contrast is shockingly clear.

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I have lived in this flat alone now

For five and twenty years.

Sometimes I hear from the family,

None of them ever come here

 I pick up the postcard again

My mind flies to new surroundings.

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I wish I was there.

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First 50 Words~Pink Aisle

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PINK AISLE
 
Over one thousand pink roses were growing, entwined and twisting around a beautiful long tunnel in the garden of love, leading to a fountain. An altar had been set up and a priest was waiting. I took my love along this perfumed pink aisle, as the guests threw pink rose petals. We were married in style, my bride wore a pink satin dress and carried a pink boquet. 
 
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First 50 Words~Sea Blue

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SEA BLUE

The detective was questioning the eye-witness to a smash and grab robbery. “What did you see?” “Four masked men in a large sea blue car pulled up and…….”. “Hold on what the heck colour is sea blue? I have heard of sky blue, royal blue. Where I come from the sea is green, as in sea green!” The witness replied, “I got the number, It might have been aquamarine, a cross between, blue and green.

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