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AFTERNOON TEA

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

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AFTERNOON TEA

by John Yeo

  The ladies of the local WI were taking afternoon tea in a very busy tourist area of the city. The sun shone beautifully as many people strolled by enjoying the pleasures of a peaceful afternoon.
  That was before the siren of an approaching ambulance in the distance, broke the spell. The ambulance was unable to get through, as the pathway was too narrow. A crowd quickly gathered around a young woman who was lying on the ground obviously in the later stages of her pregnancy.
      Doris quickly left her WI friends at the table and leapt into action. “Get hot water and towels from the restaurant! Quickly” she shouted. Soon the hearty cries of a new-born child could be heard as Doris calmly exclaimed.
        “It’s a girl.”
   Later when the paramedics finally arrived, Doris explained she had been a midwife for thirty years during her working life.
      “I’m going to name my baby Doris, after you.” said the grateful young Mum.
   “No don’t do that, she wont thank you for that.” Laughed Doris.

(174 WORDS)

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MAN-TRAPS

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

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

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MAN-TRAPS

by John Yeo

   The ship landed on an Earth-like planet, a huge single green sea, bounded on all sides by a mountainous land. The vegetation was stunning, multi-coloured trees, covered in succulent fruit that looked edible and appetising.

        “Looks like we have found what we are looking for!”  The Captain said to his second officer, who was operating the outer periscope to survey the terrain.

   “Yes Sir, there doesn’t seem to be any visible inhabitants, just those strange purple mushroom-shaped plants on the fringes of that forest.”
Johnson, the second officer, had travelled with the Captain on many missions before.

     “Good!” Exclaimed the Captain, “We’ll send an exploratory team and a rover to explore.
As the team got out from the rover, and began walking forwards there was a whoosh as a tentacle whipped out from one of the plants and picked up an explorer and calmly swallowed him. The other members of the team tried to escape but they were surrounded by alien plants.  Cousins of the Earth’s, Venus fly-trap. Alien man-traps. 

(175 WORDS)

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PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ A SERIOUS MISTAKE

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This is a latest Picture it and Write prompt from Emilia’s blog ~ 29th

November 2015

Picture it & Write

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A SERIOUS MISTAKE

by John Yeo

My name is Kate,
I am a healer now, I have my medical degree. I will say a fond farewell to my family and friends as my boyfriend, Marcus and I are journeying to Africa to take up voluntary employment with the Flying Doctor service. We have decided to take the opportunity to learn and practice medicine in this challenging and varied environment.
My Father and Mother are firmly behind our plans. Dad has always backed me in my wilder plans, from the memorable day I came home from school and announced I was taking up a new hobby.

Marcus was a bit dubious at first; “What about our future careers? “

“Don’t worry Marcus, I am sure we will be fine, with our self-reliance and skills, this will be very good for our future lives together.” I reassured him, with my fingers firmly crossed and a smile on my face.

Marcus and I settled into our new vocation, and experienced a wide variety of varied, and sometimes very sad situations . We had to work separately, although we were attached to the same team, we were working with separate pilots. We would meet up in the late evening and share some very precious weekends together.

One memorable day, I was approached by a young man, who appealed to me and begged me to go with him to look at his Mother, who had taken a fall. Contrary to all the warnings and advice from all concerned, I decided to examine his Mother, and I entered a hut to find a figure prone under a blanket. Suddenly another man leapt up and went to grab me as the first man suddenly lunged at me with an open-handed slap around my face.
The next few minutes will be relayed over and over in my thoughts and memories for ever. All my trained reflexes went into overdrive as I fought off these two men, and in the name of self-protection I had to break limbs on both men.
After I had got my breath back, I called the police and an ambulance and spent the next few minutes using my medical skills to reset their broken bones.

Oh! I forgot to mention my new hobby my Father had approved of, and encouraged me to take up, was martial arts and boxing.

Later the authorities were holding an investigation with a view to charging the two men with assault. I decided to drop all charges and let them go.
Everyone agreed they had probably learned a lesson, and punishment had already been severely administered.
My reputation went before me wherever I went after that incident, and the locals would be queuing up to see me.

Marcus and I were soon working together, when he obtained a pilots licence. We worked in Africa for three years sharing many hair-raising adventures together.

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As usual the Picture is supplied and credited by Emilia

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ALIENS

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 Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

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

 

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Etol Bagam, author of the blog, Creative Busyness. Thank you Etol!

ALIENS

by John Yeo

The twins were playing at the bottom of the garden with their rag dolls in a woodland clearing.
“Let’s pretend they are alive, and make a story up Jenny.” Said Jilly excitedly, “I’ll take the two with big eyes and you pretend to be the yellow and blue ones.”

“OK Jilly,” replied Jenny with a grin and they began an aliens game, using strange different voices for the toys, and having wonderful fun.
Half an hour later there was a loud summons from the house,

“Come in you two! It is very late now, and time for Supper.”

“Alright Mummy, we are coming.” Chorused the twins.

“What about the toys Jenny?”

“Oh, leave them where they are, Jilly. They should be alright.”

Later, at the end of the garden there was a quiet whir as a flying saucer landed. Three strange, three headed beings, approached the rag dolls, that were abandoned by the twins.
Strange noises as they swept the toys into their ship and flew away.

“Gullaglugpulladaplugogollygosh”
(“Captain we have captured some aliens!”)
(174 WORDS)

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PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ FUMIGATION

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This is a latest Picture it and Write prompt from Emilia’s blog ~ 22ndNovember 2015

Picture it & Write

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As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia.

FUMIGATION

by John Yeo

Many candles were burning at the funerals.

An assassin was gunned down by police after a shocking murder. In an act of suicidal determination, he had pulled the trigger on a well loved respected man.
Masses of tearful people were stunned. Five hundred people were gathered together, to express their sadness at the death of a heroic saviour of the town. A scientist who had perfected an antidote for poison in the water, that had been killing the children.

Many candles were burning at the funerals.

For days the local population had been suffering from severe symptoms of poisoning, many children were affected first, and several died. It was thought to be a severe form of food poisoning, that affected the nervous system and had a fatal effect on the children.

Many candles were burning at the funerals.

Dr Qwerty was a young scientific investigator, called in by the town council to investigate. After extensive tests he had pinned the problem down to the water supply and developed a revolutionary antidote that restored the water to its original pristine freshness.
When the final report came to light, it was revealed, Dr Qwerty had discovered high levels of lead in the drinking water, and he came to the conclusion that the water had been deliberately contaminated.

Many candles were burning at the funerals.

The unknown assassin was a member of a feared team of mercenary killers hired to cast doubt on the deceased, in an amazing double bluff.
Some pessimistic folk blamed the unstable political situation, and maintained that lead was deliberately introduced into the water supply by persons unknown, in a cold hearted attempt to create unrest and sow seeds of doubt.

Many candles were burning at the funerals.

 

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THE LAST WISH

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

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THE LAST WISH

by John Yeo

“Well Roger your three wishes have almost completely expired. Two of them have already been used . You are extremely wealthy and ageless, you will live as long as the world turns around the sun. I understand you have a very special request for your third and final desire. What would you like?”
“Yes Master, I have given much thought to my final request, and I ask for a companion to share eternity with, I get very lonely on my own and I would love a special friend to spend my life with.”
“That is possible Roger, do you have anyone in mind?”
“I want to be with that Angel on the pedestal in the park, I would like a pair of wings just like hers. We could be happily together for eternity.”
“Are you absolutely sure this is what you wish for, to be with your Angel Roger? I can make this final wish come true for you.”
“Yes please Master,”
Then with a wave of the magic wand Roger was turned to stone.

(174 WORDS )

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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (48)

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I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 01/11/2015, 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-Seven

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (47)

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Finish the story begins with:

  “She lived a life that some would describe as being on edge.”
This precipice was such a rewarding place to balance Marg’s life. The sharp edge of some uncomfortable moments was cushioned by the rewards. The adrenaline of the excitement blended so well with the well hidden, well invested funds she had accumulated.
Sam had contacted Marg and they were to meet up with Delphine in London. Sam had produced two counterfeit U.S. five cent coins, that were allegedly minted at a factory in South Kensington. Dr Dickus and his henchmen planned to produce vast amounts of currency to flood the money markets and create worldwide instability. The coins were an exquisite clue to the larger denominations that were in production.
The information extracted from the prisoner in Alaska, led the team to a rundown, neglected industrial site. The plan was to swiftly destroy the counterfeiters, heavily guarded factory and hit Dickus where it would hurt him most. Marg and Sam with ……

To be continued.

(150 WORDS)

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The link below takes you to Part Forty-Seven

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (47)

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PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ A DIGNIFIED EXIT

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This is a latest Picture it and Write prompt from Emilia’s blog ~ 1st November 2015

Picture it & Write

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As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia.

A DIGNIFIED EXIT

by John Yeo

  She sat on the throne of swords, denoting the powerful influences of the razor sharp effects of her power. The power of life and death that she was able to wield with a nod of her regal head, flowing with the long blonde hair of a Warrior Queen.
The ceremonial robes she was attired in, were made from red and grey woven silk. Her enemies said she always wore red, when she sat on the throne, to denote the blood-soaked terror of the untold thousands of deaths in her wars of terror, in pursuit of alluring power.
  A fearsome sight to behold as she was leading her generals, riding on a black thoroughbred stallion, into battle, with her long blonde hair streaming behind her!
One mysterious day, she cut off her long blond hair, then wrapped the tresses in the blood-red robes, after placing the package on the throne of swords, she rode off into the night.
  Her disappearance took the world by surprise. After a cryptic announcement, delivered on the last day, she ever sat on the throne of swords.

  “Power once attained is too dangerous to retain.”

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PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ THE FACE OF HIDDEN FEELING

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This is a belated Picture it and Write prompt from Emilia’s blog 25th October 2015

Picture it & Write

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As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia.

THE FACE OF HIDDEN FEELING

by John Yeo

I am the one who knows the real me, deep inside I am angry and unhappy.
My eyes are blind, but my soul can see, the futility and prejudice in this unhappy world. My hands have been painted with wide open eyes to give the illusion of sight. When I remove my hands to touch and feel, my eyes will always be unable to see, the pain and sorrow in this unhappy world.
The eyes in my soul will never shed tears, in sympathy or sadness. I have had the artist describe my looks, to reflect a face I will never see, in any mirror that will work for me.

And yet….

I am the one who knows the real me, deep inside I am happy and carefree.
My eyes are blind but my soul can see, the hope for the future of this wonderful world. My hands have been painted to create a disguise and present an illusion of sight. When my hands are removed the painted eyes will never reflect a smile, to mirror the happiness and hope I feel, in this magical mysterious world. The eyes in my soul will forever light up with the joy and happiness I feel. I have had the artist describe my looks, to reflect a face I will never see, in any mirror that will work for me.

Which of my faces is hiding from you, behind my painted hands.

That, I will never, ever, allow you to see!

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THE SCHOOL TRIP

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

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This week’s photo is provided by pixabay.com (Free to use) photos

THE SCHOOL TRIP

by John Yeo

      “I tell you she’s dead, Cindy. Look she’s not moving, that’s
always a sure sign someone is dead.”
  “Don’t be silly Georgie, my Mum says dead people don’t wear clothes like that, dead people only wear ghost costumes.”
     “Even ghosts can change clothes Cindy, the teacher told me, some haunted houses have headless men, in olden-day clothes, haunting at night. How do we know if she’s dead or not? Maybe she’s a ghost who forgot to go home this morning.”
  ” Georgie. I’m scared, if she’s dead, we should tell someone. Maybe she’s been murdered. maybe we will get murdered if we tell. I want to get out of here!”
      “I’m scared too Cindy, Shall we go and find the man in the next room sitting in the chair watching all the visitors? Or shall we catch up with the teacher and the rest of the class?”

           “Hello children!” Came a ghostly voice from the very still lady, who seemed to wake up. “Are you being good?”
Cindy and Georgie screamed and ran away fast.

(175 WORDS)
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