MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (46)

Posted on Oct 21, 2015 by John Yeo | 6 Comments

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 19/10/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.

The link below takes you to Part Forty-Five
https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/10/14/mysterious-island-45/

Finish the story begins with:

“Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.”

Something’s not quite right here!’ He thought, ‘I get the distinct impression that someone is very close by watching me.’
Angelo had been to visit Isabella, and taken tea at her house in the Mango tree. As he stumbled along the forest path, the branches of the bushes and trees seemed to be reaching out to him, tearing his clothes, scratching his face, he could hear the sounds of vicious dogs close behind him, they seemed to be getting closer all the time. He climbed a large tree to hide and take refuge. Then there were gunshots, very close by his hiding place, followed by the sound of a pack of hounds, tearing and fighting over the flesh of a downed animal. Luigi was quenching his bloodlust by hunting helpless animals, and revelling in watching them get torn to pieces by his trained hounds.
Marg and Hillary were in London……..

(150 WORDS)

To be continued…..

PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ A HARSH REALITY

Posted on Oct 18, 2015 by John Yeo | Leave a comment

This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog

https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2015/10/11/picture-it-write-74/

As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia.

PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ A HARSH REALITY

by John Yeo

The very wealthy man had a vision, he approached the local authorities with a large sum of money, to be used for the good of the local people who still lived in the town where he grew up as a lad.

The plan was for a green space, with flowerbeds, pretty shrubs, and trees where wild birds were able to perch and nest. Many benches were to be strategically set up, to allow elderly folk or mothers to rest while their children were at play. Waterfowl were to be encouraged to swim on the stream, flowing through this oasis of rest and tranquility and a yearly annuity would be set aside for the upkeep and maintenance of his dream.

His plan was welcomed with open arms by the grateful folk, who served on the town council, and an agreement was quickly reached. The Mayor named the park after this very generous benefactor, and a statue of him was erected in a small enclosed garden in the centre of this beautiful green, open space, in memorium of his generosity.

Ten years later there was an extraordinarily brutal killing in the town, and the news media were congregating at an overgrown, neglected, little-used open space set in the middle of an urban conurbation. A young lady was standing alone with tears streaming down her cheeks, amid the littered open area, in the centre of this rundown little park. Empty beer cans and plastic bags were everywhere under the rusted broken seats and carelessly tossed into a stream that was flowing through. A moss-covered, chipped and broken, unrecognisable statue had been overturned and upended into the water.

“Why are you crying Miss?” Asked a hard-bitten seen-it-all news reporter.

“I cry for the love of my Grandfather who had a dream that is now shattered and smashed by unthinking unashamed vandals. I cry for the visible drop in the standards of living, that allows the memory of a very caring man to be ground into the dirt and detritus of drink-sodden ne’er-do wells. Above all I cry for justice to be meted out to the killers of my beloved sister who was abused and murdered here in the very place where his dream came to fruition. God may have mercy on their vicious souls! “

MYSTERY CRUISE

Posted on Oct 17, 2015 by John Yeo | 3 Comments

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

Hosted by Priceless Joy.

The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

Photo provided by Sonya, author of the blog, “Only 100 Words.”

MYSTERY CRUISE

by John Yeo

The magical mystery cruise aboard “Deutshland” was due to to set sail.
The passengers were all aboard. The only person who was totally aware of the destination was Captain Klaus.
Lord and Lady Rochester were travelling with their own personal butler. Many other members of the blue-blooded aristocracy from all over Europe were taking this mystery voyage. The Count and the Countess of Bravaria were also on board.
The celebrated, Frau Marples of fictional fame came aboard alone. The order to cast off was given by the Captain and the mystery cruise got underway. Two days later a body was discovered hidden in a lifeboat and Frau Marples was quickly summoned by Captain Klaus to help. Meanwhile his lordship identified the body as his butler. Several hours later, Frau Marples identified the murderer as Lord Rochester, who was arrested and placed under armed guard. Her ladyship was heartbroken at the death of the butler, as Frau Marples had predicted, when she proclaimed. “This time the butler was unable to do it!”

(172 WORDS)

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Know Thyself

Posted on Oct 16, 2015 by John Yeo | 2 Comments

Something that is well worth the effort I think 🙂

Simply Etta

If you think about it, as we spend our days, as we live our lives, we meet people, make acquaintances, make friends. Some of these people stay with us for only a short period of time while others are around us for longer periods of time, but there is one person – and one person only – that you get to spend every single minute of your life with. And that one person is YOU. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. So the idea of today: you might as well get to know yourself.

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ FULL MOON-GLASSES

Posted on Oct 16, 2015 by John Yeo | 2 Comments

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FULL MOON-GLASSES

by John Yeo

The optical vision was impaired during the night, and could not be resurrected, using known scientific procedures. Peter the glorious inventor, unveiled his master-piece. Moonglasses.

The operation to remove the two cysts on the patients eyes was a rip-roaring success.

“Except he still suffers from night-blindness!” The exasperated surgeon shouted.
“We all suffer from night-blindness, don’t we?” Enquired an unidentified voice from the the masked fraternity of operating theatre staff.

The surgeon stood up to address the team. Pomposity personified.

“The quality of light at night, is such that ones vision can be affected by the shadows and shading of the clouds that drift across the moon. Two cysts were removed during a night-time operation performed under very bright floodlights, using digital, precision-driven, optical, surgical instruments. Lenses were inserted into the eyes over the eyeballs, but the patient still suffered from night-blindness. His vision was still dark at night.”

Peter the glorious inventor, raised a glass of moonshine that he used to toast the success of an extraordinary new product. As he raised his glass to finish the final drops at the bottom, the rays of the moon shone through the bottom of the glass and the last dregs of moonshine. Then to his astonishment his vision was clarified enormously.
Peter based his extraordinary pair of Moonglasses on a pattern of the rays emanating from the drops of moonshine in the bottom of the glass.
The press were invited to the unveiling of the astonishing glasses. Then there was an overwhelming horror, as it was revealed that although the inventors eyesight had improved, the patient still suffered from night-blindness.
Both the surgeon and the inventor were seeing double, after the infliction of an over-indulgence in moonshine. The Moonglasses were consigned to the portals of the dustbins of failed attempts to turn night into day.

Image Copyright (c) John and Margaret

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (45)

Posted on Oct 14, 2015 by John Yeo | 5 Comments

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 12/10/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.

The link below takes you to Part Forty-Four

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (44)

Finish the story begins with:

“Now this is living the life of Riley.”

Hillary was at home with the children, when the news came through.

“Hey! Look at that cat Mummy!”

“Yes, she knows how to live.” said Hillary, absent-mindedly.

Marg hadn’t been in contact for three weeks now.
Since the attempted break-in by the so-called Brazilian diplomats Hillary had given orders to move the office. Now this strange message, forwarded from the old office.

“Margo, we will get our revenge, you are a marked woman.”

Hillary was worried, she tried to contact the Brigadier, leaving a message with his secretary.

“Mummy the cat looks comfortable.” said Katy.

Yes, one day my partner will relax like that!”

“What Mummy?”

“Oh! Sorry darling.”

Meanwhile Marg was still missing, incommunicado.

There was knock at the front door, and there stood Marg with a smile on her face.
Hillary in her shocked exuberance tripped over the cat who squealed and ran for cover.

(150 WORDS)

The link below takes you to Part Forty-Four

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (44)

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ SUCCOR PUNCH

Posted on Oct 11, 2015 by John Yeo | 2 Comments

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SUCCOR PUNCH

by John Yeo

The cycle race had been extremely hard going for Fred Wilkinson, at 54 years of age he most definitely was not the man he used to be. Although he was an unusually fit man for his age, he was not getting any younger, and he was finding it continually harder to keep up with the younger cycling fraternity.
George, his eldest son, also a cyclist continually remonstrated with him and literally begged him to stop competitive cycling.

“Dad, you will only harm yourself if you continue to try to outrace the younger cyclists!”

“Don’t worry George, I am a very fit man, I will always be capable of pushing the pedals around. I came second in the last County road-race. Remember I always said I would carry on regardless. If I stop now I will have desperate withdrawal symptoms and my life will never be the same again.”

“Dad, my brother and I will insist on riding in every race you enter from now on so that we can keep an eye on you during the course of the race.”

“George! Will either of you be able to keep up with me! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

This banter and the competitiveness went on for the next few races over the next month or so, until the day dawned when the club championship final races took place. George and his Father were due to race in the late afternoon.
The ladies in the clubhouse were preparing a sumptuous tea when Fred and George arrived.
Beryl was always quick with a quip and she had a very soft spot for Fred.
“Come and taste my fruity homemade tarts Fred! They are all my own work and very tasty.” said Beryl sweetly smiling as she passed a plate to him.

Fred looked at her proffering her wares, smiled and said, “Perhaps just a nibble!” as he popped a piece into his mouth.

Suddenly he staggered forward unable to speak and started to go very red, then blue in the face. Beryl, who was a trained nurse turned and suddenly punched him hard in the back. Fred shocked, spluttered and choked when a piece of pastry came flying out of his mouth.
The shocked club members gathered around, relieved that he was breathing normally and all was fine. Beryl arranged for him to get a checkup straight away at the Doctors surgery, which meant he would miss the race.
George smiled after his father had gone as he quipped to Beryl, “That was a very good right hand punch you delivered there!”

“That was my succor punch!” She replied. “I have been trained to follow through my instincts and I respond fast. I float like a Butterfly and sting like a Bee!”

Image Copyright (c) John and Margaret

TERRORISM

Posted on Oct 9, 2015 by John Yeo | 5 Comments

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

Hosted by Priceless Joy.

The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam.

TERRORISM

by John Yeo

Breathlessly and excitedly I arrived home clutching the white envelope as tightly as possible.

“Margaret! I got the tickets. I had to wait in a mile long queue for about an hour! We are going to see them live on stage. A first night performance of the musical evening, featuring the talents of our favourite, Andre Rieu.”

“Oh! Fantastic! That is brilliant, Well done John! I have nothing to wear. We will have to go shopping this morning, I will need a very special outfit for this. Thank you so much darling.”

“I have ordered our car for 5pm, that will give us time for a cocktail before the performance begins.”

A few hours later, dressed in our finery we arrive at the concert hall and take our seats and indulge in the unique spectacle and colourful backdrop with the sound of a superb musical extravaganza.

Suddenly there is a huge explosion followed by a stunned silence, before the screams of the injured and the dying ring out. Then sirens and a hubbub of chaos.

(175 Words)

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (44)

Posted on Oct 7, 2015 by John Yeo | 7 Comments

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 05/10/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.

The link below takes you to Part Forty-Three

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (43)

Finish the story begins with:

“Few knew about the castle hidden inside the island.”
When this Island, complete with the built in fortress came on the market, few people were in the know. The sale was made discreetly and the well-respected estate agent was sworn to secrecy.
Lawyers handled the sale and they did extraordinarily well out of the deal.
It was a terrible shock to everyone to learn that this high level of security had been breached and the island was no longer habitable due to several well-placed explosive devices.
Marg had supervised the raid. Delphine had piloted a hired aircraft and they were on the way back to the Brigadier’s, Mysterious Island.
Luigi was on his Brazilian estate when the news reached him of the destruction of his new purchase in the North. He ordered an immediate investigation. A squad of well trained operatives were instantly despatched to interview everyone who had been involved in the purchase.
Then poor Marg……

(150 WORDS)

PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ THE PAINTED SMILE

Posted on Oct 4, 2015 by John Yeo | 4 Comments

This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog

Picture it & Write

As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia

THE PAINTED SMILE

by John Yeo

Everyone else was laughing, except for me, I was embarrassed for her and felt her pain. Children can be cruel to one another sometimes, especially when someone looks slightly different to the norm. Mandy was born with a birth defect to her mouth in the shape of a permanent smile, the other children called her names and she was continually bullied.

I became her friend, we went everywhere together.
I arranged to meet her after our classes that day. She came into view wearing green and pink wellington boots, the rain hadn’t stopped for two whole weeks and muddy puddles were everywhere.

‘Hi Mandy! Would you like to come for a coffee? I am having trouble with the homework project and I want your help.’

There was no response and Mandy avoided eye-contact, I looked at her closely and I could see tears in her eyes. I had been taken in at first by the painted smile that hid poor Mandy’s tears. She stamped her foot into a large muddy rainwater puddle and sobbed.
‘Why won’t they leave me alone, I hate it when they laugh at my face, I wish I was normal.’

‘Oh Mandy, I am so sorry you are feeling down, I think you are pretty, that smile is infectious, you always cheer me up whenever I see you.’

Mandy stamped very hard into another puddle making a large splash.
‘I want to look normal and angry when people tease me so I can stop them from hurting me.’ Mandy said, kicking the water again with her boots splashing water everywhere.

I then had an idea, what if we covered her mouth with very heavy makeup that would hide her false smile and see how she got on in class with a natural scowl.

‘Mandy I have an idea, let’s go and visit my Grandma who was a makeup artist, I am sure we will get some help from her.’

‘Oh thank you!’ Mandy said with a smile that I am sure was a real smile this time.

My Gran worked wonders and hid the permanent smile with some special makeup. Mandy was delighted with the result and wearing her new scowl she went back to school.

A different Mandy emerged, more confident, she began to single out the abusive bullies but instead of seeking revenge she befriended the girls and became very popular.

Then she asked my Gran to remove the makeup.

When the rain came down again Mandy was dancing through the puddles in her green and pink wellies, singing in the rain with her natural smile on her face again.

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“Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.”

PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ A HARSH REALITY

The very wealthy man had a vision, he approached the local authorities with a large sum of money, to be used for the good of the local people who still lived in the town where he grew up as a lad.

“Why are you crying Miss?” Asked a hard-bitten seen-it-all news reporter.

MYSTERY CRUISE

FULL MOON-GLASSES

The optical vision was impaired during the night, and could not be resurrected, using known scientific procedures. Peter the glorious inventor, unveiled his master-piece. Moonglasses.

The operation to remove the two cysts on the patients eyes was a rip-roaring success.

“Except he still suffers from night-blindness!” The exasperated surgeon shouted. “We all suffer from night-blindness, don’t we?” Enquired an unidentified voice from the the masked fraternity of operating theatre staff.

The surgeon stood up to address the team. Pomposity personified.

“Now this is living the life of Riley.”

Hillary was at home with the children, when the news came through.

“Hey! Look at that cat Mummy!”

“Yes, she knows how to live.” said Hillary, absent-mindedly.

Marg hadn’t been in contact for three weeks now. Since the attempted break-in by the so-called Brazilian diplomats Hillary had given orders to move the office. Now this strange message, forwarded from the old office.

“Margo, we will get our revenge, you are a marked woman.”

Hillary was worried, she tried to contact the Brigadier, leaving a message with his secretary.

“Mummy the cat looks comfortable.” said Katy.

Yes, one day my partner will relax like that!”

“What Mummy?”

“Oh! Sorry darling.”

Meanwhile Marg was still missing, incommunicado.

There was knock at the front door, and there stood Marg with a smile on her face. Hillary in her shocked exuberance tripped over the cat who squealed and ran for cover.

SUCCOR PUNCH

“Dad, you will only harm yourself if you continue to try to outrace the younger cyclists!”

“Don’t worry George, I am a very fit man, I will always be capable of pushing the pedals around. I came second in the last County road-race. Remember I always said I would carry on regardless. If I stop now I will have desperate withdrawal symptoms and my life will never be the same again.”

“Dad, my brother and I will insist on riding in every race you enter from now on so that we can keep an eye on you during the course of the race.”

“George! Will either of you be able to keep up with me! Ha! Ha! Ha!”

Fred looked at her proffering her wares, smiled and said, “Perhaps just a nibble!” as he popped a piece into his mouth.

“That was my succor punch!” She replied. “I have been trained to follow through my instincts and I respond fast. I float like a Butterfly and sting like a Bee!”

TERRORISM

Breathlessly and excitedly I arrived home clutching the white envelope as tightly as possible.

“Margaret! I got the tickets. I had to wait in a mile long queue for about an hour! We are going to see them live on stage. A first night performance of the musical evening, featuring the talents of our favourite, Andre Rieu.”

“Oh! Fantastic! That is brilliant, Well done John! I have nothing to wear. We will have to go shopping this morning, I will need a very special outfit for this. Thank you so much darling.”

“I have ordered our car for 5pm, that will give us time for a cocktail before the performance begins.”

A few hours later, dressed in our finery we arrive at the concert hall and take our seats and indulge in the unique spectacle and colourful backdrop with the sound of a superb musical extravaganza.

Suddenly there is a huge explosion followed by a stunned silence, before the screams of the injured and the dying ring out. Then sirens and a hubbub of chaos.

(175 Words)

THE PAINTED SMILE

I became her friend, we went everywhere together. I arranged to meet her after our classes that day. She came into view wearing green and pink wellington boots, the rain hadn’t stopped for two whole weeks and muddy puddles were everywhere.

‘Hi Mandy! Would you like to come for a coffee? I am having trouble with the homework project and I want your help.’

‘Oh Mandy, I am so sorry you are feeling down, I think you are pretty, that smile is infectious, you always cheer me up whenever I see you.’

Mandy stamped very hard into another puddle making a large splash. ‘I want to look normal and angry when people tease me so I can stop them from hurting me.’ Mandy said, kicking the water again with her boots splashing water everywhere.

I then had an idea, what if we covered her mouth with very heavy makeup that would hide her false smile and see how she got on in class with a natural scowl.

‘Mandy I have an idea, let’s go and visit my Grandma who was a makeup artist, I am sure we will get some help from her.’

‘Oh thank you!’ Mandy said with a smile that I am sure was a real smile this time.

My Gran worked wonders and hid the permanent smile with some special makeup. Mandy was delighted with the result and wearing her new scowl she went back to school.

A different Mandy emerged, more confident, she began to single out the abusive bullies but instead of seeking revenge she befriended the girls and became very popular.

Then she asked my Gran to remove the makeup.

When the rain came down again Mandy was dancing through the puddles in her green and pink wellies, singing in the rain with her natural smile on her face again.

“Except he still suffers from night-blindness!” The exasperated surgeon shouted.
“We all suffer from night-blindness, don’t we?” Enquired an unidentified voice from the the masked fraternity of operating theatre staff.

Marg hadn’t been in contact for three weeks now.
Since the attempted break-in by the so-called Brazilian diplomats Hillary had given orders to move the office. Now this strange message, forwarded from the old office.

There was knock at the front door, and there stood Marg with a smile on her face.
Hillary in her shocked exuberance tripped over the cat who squealed and ran for cover.

I became her friend, we went everywhere together.
I arranged to meet her after our classes that day. She came into view wearing green and pink wellington boots, the rain hadn’t stopped for two whole weeks and muddy puddles were everywhere.

Mandy stamped very hard into another puddle making a large splash.
‘I want to look normal and angry when people tease me so I can stop them from hurting me.’ Mandy said, kicking the water again with her boots splashing water everywhere.