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SATURDAY 19th SEPTEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION
Weekend Writing Prompt #175 – Megalith
MEGALITH
by John Yeo
The billionaire concentrated his mind on his demise.
The diagnosis was irrefutable and terminal.
I plan to erect the biggest megalith on Earth.
Sunk deep in the ground, visible from outer Space.
My huge memorial stone will contain my epitaph.
Money talks, money rules, I’m finally free from money.
(49 WORDS)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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)
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
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
MONDAY 7th 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 ~ UNREAL REFLECTIONS
UNREAL REFLECTIONS
by John Yeo
Peter was impressed when his sister Jane introduced him to her friend Julie. They got on like a house on fire, their conversation was lighthearted and they made each other laugh.
Peter noticed that Julie was always checking out her appearance in most of the shop windows they passed along the way. Julie was wrapped up in a large shapeless overcoat as protection against a cold windy night.
‘You look pretty, with your blonde hair and blue eyes, I would love to take you dancing on Saturday night.’ laughed Peter.
Julie smiled and politely turned him down, mumbling.
‘Sorry Peter, I’m busy on Saturday.’
Peter pressed her to meet him sometime soon and she responded by handing him her mobile phone number.
It was later that night when he confided in Jane about Julie’s response and she said, ‘Julie never dates anyone, apparently she feels she’s too beautiful for any of the boys who are available, I think you are better off without that dubious pleasure.’
Peter thought, (‘That’s unlike my sister to make a rather cruel remark like that!), but he didn’t say anything.
It was just a couple of weeks later that Julie was rushed off to hospital where she almost died from lack of food, due to an eating disorder.
Peter realised his sister Jane wasn’t being cruel, just protective of her brother.
‘Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all.’
Most people when they look in the mirror are usually quite blind to certain points of the reflection. People who are continually looking at themselves in a mirror could be suffering from something called Body dysmorphic disorder (BDD). This is a mental illness where people think they look different to how they really look.
Anorexia, the most common of the eating disorders, causes the individual to see a very different image in the mirror than what the glass reflects.
Narcissus in Greek mythology, apparently was so impossibly handsome that he fell in love with his own image reflected in a pool of water.
© Written by John Yeo
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SUNDAY 6th 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 ~ I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR MAGIC
September Writing Prompts
I HOPE YOU FIND YOUR MAGIC
by John Yeo
‘Sarah I have to go away for a while, over the enchanted mountains, through the mystical valleys. I am desperately searching for the key to my lost vitality and inspiration.’
The magician had a tear in his eye as he uttered these words to his beautiful daughter.
‘Why Father, everything has been fine and we are happily living here in a state of eternal bliss. What are you searching for?’
‘I am conscious of the difference in my abilities now, to when I first became a new, sparkling, go-ahead magician, able to work my magic in any situation. My state of mind is slowing and I fear for my magical abilities. I need to search for potions that will bring back my youth and speed of thought.’
‘Father, surely aging is a natural process and we live to increase our knowledge through experience. Aging is a good thing that allows us to experience new frontiers naturally.’
The magician stopped and smiled at the logic behind this reply. ‘My darling daughter, you have grasped something that is not apparent to many people. I know of mystical elixirs that can nourish the aging person and reinvigorate the weakest cells in our aging brains. I will travel many miles and confront many demons along the lifespan of my travels to obtain the solution to my declining mental prowess.’
‘Father, I have heard there is no known cure here for the slow degeneration of mental powers caused by the dreadful creeping palsy of the brain that often comes with old age. I sadly wish you well and I hope you find your magic in time to restore your powers.’
© Written by John Yeo
SUNDAY 6th SEPTEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION
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SENSELESS
by John Yeo
‘Hey Google! Define Sentient.’
‘Here is the definition of Sentient: able to perceive or feel things.’
‘Hey Google! Love your voice’
‘Thanks I like your voice too.’
‘Hey Google! Are you sentient?’
‘ That question makes me a little self-conscious. You’re formed of cells and I’m formed of codes.’
‘Google! Love you!’
‘Google loves you too, so does his assistant.’
‘Hey Google, you are sentient.’
‘On a scale of WALL-E to Hal 9000, I’m Rdd2’
‘Hey Google! Love your sentient voice!’
‘Thanks you’re not so bad yourself.’
(86 WORDS)
FRIDAY 4th 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 ~ KIDNAPPERS AND COUGARS
KIDNAPPERS AND COUGARS
by John Yeo
The snatch had taken place as planned and the day dawned with Lord Percy, bound hand and foot in a remote cabin in the mountains.
Jim Murrell and Eddy Car were rubbing their hands together at the prospect of a large ransom that would soon be extorted from his parents, Lord and Lady Rochester.
Jim remarked to Eddy, ‘We’ll leave young Percy here and drive back into town to make our financial demands.’
‘What about our young pay packet? Are we just going to leave him here tied up?’ asked Eddy.
‘Yeah, we’re only going to be gone for a few hours. He’ll be fine.’
An hour later the two villains were in a motel about 50 miles away negotiating a pickup place for £50,000 ransom, with Lord Rochester.
Little did they know that they’d been followed by a middle aged vamp of a woman who had had Percy in her sights for quite some time. The moment they’d driven away, she entered the cabin and released Lord Percy and snatched him away to a luxury hotel where she proceeded to seduce him. Percy was overwhelmed with her charms, he’d never met a lady like this before and they got along like a house on fire.
Meanwhile the kidnappers returned to the cabin where they were aghast to find their captive missing. They were later arrested after a mysterious tipoff to the police.
Lord Percy and his newfound friend left the country together. Meanwhile the story broke as the headlines screamed.
A NOTORIOUS COUGAR ABDUCTS KIDNAP VICTIM.
The couple were quietly married and in spite of the obvious age gap and Lady Nellie’s reputation they lived happily ever after.
© Written by John Yeo
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