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NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS

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THURSDAY 17th SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Today’s prompt ~ NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

September Writing Prompts

NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

by John Yeo

   We were spending our nights in Starview Heights. They had named our mountains Starview Heights. As predicted the meteor shower arrived exactly on time. We made love in the observatory as a stunning meteor shower arrived from a radiant area in a far off universe, exploding brilliantly in the night sky.
My wife is beautiful, desired by many and loved by one. I am a Professor in Astrophysics. We had timed our moment precisely, my seed would meet her egg at exactly the right microsecond. A star child would be conceived as a stunning meteor shower exploded in the sky above the glass observatory perched on the peak of a mountain called Starview Heights.
Our son, Leonid was born nine months later, amid another stunning display of shining stars in the night sky.

© Written by John Yeo

JONATHAN MICHAEL WAS HIS NAME

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WEDNESDAY 16th SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Today’s prompt ~ JONATHAN MICHAEL WAS HIS NAME 

September Writing Prompts

JONATHAN MICHAEL WAS HIS NAME 

by John Yeo

   Henry Stanley had been sent to Africa to find Dr Livingstone, a famous missionary, explorer by the New York Herald newspaper in 1869. 

  It’s not recorded in the conventional history books but Mr Stanley had made his now famous introductory remark to the wrong person at first.

   A notorious slave trader was in the area in the depths of the jungle, Jonathan Michael was his name. He had become separated from his crew and was alone searching for his companions.

    When this character was approached by Henry Stanley with the now famous words “Dr Livingstone, I presume?” 

  Mr Michael removed his pith helmet to reveal a shock of red hair and it was instantly obvious he wasn’t  Dr. Livingstone.

   The reply that never made the history books was far to impolite to record here.

   Mr Stanley found Livingstone in the town of Ujiji on the shores of Lake Tanganyika on 10 November 1871, greeting him with the now famous words “Dr Livingstone, I presume?” 

© Written by John Yeo

CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS

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TUESDAY 15th SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Today’s prompt ~ CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS 

September Writing Prompts

CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS 

by John Yeo

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion 

Which is quite often in a heartless cold world.

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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I feel the hurt of the oppressed with my imagination 

When the litany of heartbreak is daily unfurled.

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion.

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Crimson clover delights, nourishing high expectation 

Pacifying my feelings with my tension uncurled.

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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The scent of the clover leads to high expectation 

Of solutions to sadness and a pain free realworld.

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion.

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Crimson clover stems the tide of relentless libations 

When the problems that beset us are twisted and hurled

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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Floral power and evil have no compatible relation

Compassion will be felt in my personal dreamworld,

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion 

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

~

© Written by John Yeo

AT THE HEART OF HER

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MONDAY 14th SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Today’s prompt ~ AT THE HEART OF HER

September Writing Prompts

AT THE HEART OF HER

by John Yeo

  We enjoyed a barbecue together which was so perfectly prepared and presented. It was obvious that food was her main interest and culinary perfection would always be at the heart of her.

  Another interest was reading prolifically on a wide range of subjects and this would always be incredibly close to her heart.

 These were intermingled with many other interests, but her prime interest that took her attention for twenty four hours a day and was really at the heart of her was me.

© Written by John Yeo

MAYBE IN THE DARK

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SUNDAY 13th SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Today’s prompt ~ MAYBE IN THE DARK

September Writing Prompts

MAYBE IN THE DARK

by John Yeo

    Nocturnal pleasure for Terry would be leaving his house and searching for night wildlife, such as shy Badgers on the prowl and urban Foxes. Many times he would track night-loving shy animals and follow them to their lairs. Barn Owls were his favourite bird to watch, closely followed by Hedgehogs, Bats and large colourful Moths. 

  One night Terry was in hiding, studying a family of Foxes, hunting and playing together in the neighbourhood gardens. Terry raised his camera to take some night photographs, when suddenly he was roughly grabbed by his collar.

    ‘Got you! You dirty rascally peeping Tom. We saw you coming with your camera, creeping along in the dark, I’ve a good mind to give you a good hiding, but my wife has called the police and they are on the way. You disgusting pervert, I bet it’s you who is responsible for stealing our underwear from the washing line!’

  Terry was shaken and scared, when he saw the huge man who was now holding him around the neck. The man had close-cropped hair and cruel looking eyes that were regarding him suspiciously.

   ‘No! You have got it wrong, I’m a naturalist studying nocturnal wildlife. Certainly not a pervert and I would never steal clothing or anything of that nature. I can prove it, I have my student ID in my wallet.’

 Terry  handed over his wallet. At that moment a police siren sounded in the distance, to Terry’s surprise the man immediately ran off. A neighbour had heard the altercation and called the police.

 When the police arrived, Terry explained what had happened. 

  The police swiftly caught up with the man, who turned out to be a notorious burglar and a peeping Tom. 

© Written by John Yeo

BONNIE AND CLYDE

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SUNDAY 13th SEPTEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION

Weekend Writing Prompt #174 – Rectify

BONNIE AND CLYDE

by John Yeo

Clyde was faced with a problem.

   ‘How do I rectify my stupid mistake and keep the romance alive?’

The problem was solved when the jilted Bonnie arrived and shot him dead.

‘Rectification achieved, my lover.’

(35 WORDS)

A GENUINE GENIUS

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SATURDAY 12th SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Today’s prompt ~ A GENUINE GENIUS

September Writing Prompts

A GENUINE GENIUS

by John Yeo

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe 

A man who thought of almost everything,

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

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A genuine genius who would always strive

To attain his goal and forge an upswing.

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe. 

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He managed to blow himself up yet survive

His angelic thoughts simply took wing,

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

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When Death arrived he snatched the scythe 

Refusing to accept Death’s deadly sting,

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe. 

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He would lapse into unconsciousness, then revive,

His genius brain cells would sparkle and zing,

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

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Our genuine genius simply refused to connive

Or succumb to any unfortunate downswing.

The inventor’s name was Sir Ponsonby-Smythe. 

The wonderful news was he was still alive.

© Written by John Yeo

TRESPASSING IN PARADISE

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FRIDAY 11th SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Today’s prompt ~ TRESPASSING IN PARADISE 

September Writing Prompts
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TRESPASSING IN PARADISE 

by John Yeo

Many  official vessels from different navies

United in a common cause, 

To stem a very sad tide. 

A tidal wave of unfortunate people.

Fleeing their homelands 

Through fear and persecution.

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The United forces of the comfortable world, 

Come together to save the lives

Of the refugees from oppression.

Crammed into unsafe vessels 

Preyed on for profit by cheats and thieves.

Led to Death by drowning in cruel rough seas. 

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Divided by cause, culture and strife,

The refugees from hard pressed lands

Arrive to find salvation in a makeshift camp.

To ask for asylum and begin a new life

The saviours argue the point, 

Divided by the situation of overpopulation.

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Can this worldwide tragedy really be true?

In paradise there is much dissatisfaction.

Some people’s lives are seriously askew

Driving them to consider emigration,

Legal or illegal it’s not very nice,

To persecute people for trespassing in paradise.

~

© Written by John Yeo  ~ All rights reserved 

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SOFT SPOKEN SECRETS

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THURSDAY 10th SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Today’s prompt ~ SOFT SPOKEN SECRETS

September Writing Prompts

SOFT SPOKEN SECRETS

By John Yeo

  The two families were lifelong friends who had separated and moved away from each other. Not just an average short distance this separation was three thousand miles. The annual plan was to meet up each year and holiday together. Every year a different destination was alternately chosen by each family.

 Don and Betty lived in New York, Don was a high profile film producer and his wife Betty was a retired fashion model who now devoted herself to their three children, Lee, Louis and Loretta. It was Don’s turn to choose a location. The kids were sworn to silence on their destination.

   ‘Look! I don’t want any of the Carter family to know where we are headed this year. Please don’t mention it on social media or Skype. OK!’

  ‘Sure thing Dad,’ chorused the three children in unison.

  Meanwhile, George and Matilda were egging on their two daughters, Carol and Cathy to discover this secret destination in advance. They lived in Surrey in the U.K., pretty close to London, but not quite. George was a successful stockbroker, Matilda had been his high-powered PA, before they’d married.

 The children regularly chatted together over the internet and they knew each other so well. In fact between the five of them they all knew exactly where the families were headed. Carol had a hearing problem, consequently, she was an accomplished lip reader and when Don and Betty were whispering together, she read exactly where they were off to. Soft spoken secrets meant nothing to her.

Next time the families were chatting over Skype, she suddenly said, ‘Will we need warm clothes in Alaska?’

© Written by John Yeo

LET’S NEVER SAY GOODBYE

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WEDNESDAY 9th SEPTEMBER 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Today’s prompt ~ LET’S NEVER SAY GOODBYE 

September Writing Prompts

LET’S NEVER SAY GOODBYE 

TWINS

by John Yeo

I can’t really say goodbye
Without heaving an enormous sigh.

My heart will never be free.

Our unique interaction is high,
An association by connection,
With a deep affinity of dual relation.

Emblazoned with individual ennui
That melds into a single accordance
Of telepathic communication.

Our separate lives continue to rely
On dual memories of times gone by.
Our minds are focused ever higher.

The years pass slowly by,  

Slipping, sliding, yet gracefully shy,
We hesitate to finally say goodbye.

Keep in touch with me,
I’ll miss you so much as time goes by.

Just let’s never say goodbye.

© Written by John Yeo