Picture it and Write~~The River of Peace.

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The River of Peace

by John Yeo

Magically the river of forgetfulness will take all our troubles away. Trouble will float from our side of the river to your side. To balance this we will receive candles from your side containing all your troubles, then blow the flames out. This will destroy the evil and send your troubles away. I light my candle with hope, I fill the flames with my despair. I float the candle to you over there. Knowing you will blow it out and disperse my troubles with the wind. I will receive your candle with a prayer, Then blow your troubles away.

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POLAR WARNING

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POLAR BEAR

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POLAR WARNING

by John Yeo

 Hallo! My feet hurt. We have no ice here where I live, due to the effects of climate change and global warming. I am Phillip, I am one of an endangered species. Just one small part of the effect of the uncontrolled, thoughtless burning of fossil fuels that go a very long way towards creating greenhouse gasses. The ice I live on is melting fast and shrinking our habitat, I will introduce you to a friend of mine later who has just woken up from hibernation. We have been the kings of the ice fields for millions of years. we have lived through many changes and global catastrophes, until now. Now we are doomed. What can we do to survive? We have been hunted and killed for our meat. The ice was stained red with the blood of my brothers. We have been stripped of our fur to keep the killers warm and to allow them to survive on the icefields. We were the undisputed top of our evolutionary chain. We hunted and killed seals and fish for food, living peacefully with the balance of give and take, life and death. The native human Inuit people learned to live with us, we all survived in the wild icy North, together. Then men came with powerful guns and the slaughter for our fur began, our blood ran freely and stained the ice red. Now the cold blooded killers are robbing us of the ice that makes up our icefields, through burning fossil fuels and creating greenhouse gasses that magnify the sun, generating heat that melts the ice. We will adapt and survive somehow, my brothers and I will unite with the brown bears worldwide and we will fight back.

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The Hard Lesson

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

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THE HARD WAY
by John Yeo

You are now a member of our club girl,
Welcome to our gang.
You are our friend, a jewel,
A painted lady, you are one of us!
Nobody tells us what to do,
We stick together, through thick and thin.

Our badge of honour is the tattooed skull
We wear our disguise with pride.
To hide our true faces from the world,
Misunderstood, a private group.
We follow each other, not the crowd.
You do as we do now.

The tattooed uniform of our special gang
You have the skull for life.
We are very solitary, hiding behind our hands.
Our fearsome skulls protect us,
A tattooed statement always there,
If you don’t like me, I don’t care.

We have taught you something today girl
A lesson learned in a very hard way.
The step you have taken shows courage,
You will be recognised everywhere.
The skull you display so proudly
Shows you never had a care.

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Picture it and Write~Rebuilding and Reshaping

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Reshaping and reconstruction

By  John Yeo
The layers of the mind reflect in the images that the facial front presents to the world. Very deeply in the innermost layer, lie the feelings that we are reluctant to share with the world.
Sarah had a plasticity that was uncontrollable. Happy news would bring floods of tears to her eyes and she found a pleasant experience, very sad. When she was angry a huge smile would light up her face and she would have great difficulty in expressing her anger. One day a huge dog attacked her in the park and she started to laugh uncontrollably. The blood spurting from a wound in her leg, brought gales of laughter as she was transported to hospital by ambulance.
After treatment in the Accident and Emergency department, Sarah was examined by a phsychiatrist, who arranged some appointments to treat her very deeply embedded, contrary expression of her innermost feelings.
Over the next several months the phsychiatrist uncovered each individual facet of her personality and re-adjusted the facial front to some semblance of normality. This process took many months as Sarah’s personality and reactions to outside events, were reconstructed through therapy.
By re-building and re-integrating each individual face that made up her personality, Sarah’s life became peaceful and full of hearts and flowers.

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Picture-it-and -Write~ The Survivor

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THE SURVIVOR

By John Yeo

 Eons ago when the Earth was young and in the process of development. Two tribes fought for supremacy, for the food and space to live on the planet, The Humans and the malicious, vicious brainless Hulks. The Humans wandered through the world leading peaceful lives, hunting and gathering just enough food for the survival of the tribe.

 The Hulks were a jumping race, who bounced through life like Kangaroos, trapping and slaughtering many animals in their travels, leaving blood-soaked carcases strewn across the earth. The Hulks would often try to capture and kill the Humans for sport. Usually they were outwitted by the superior brain-power and adaptability of the Humans.

 Then came the cold, freezing ice-age, many species were wiped out, as the ice settled over the planet and locked the land and food supply. The superior brainpower and adaptability of the Human race, allowed them to find ways to hunt and use skins of their prey for warmth. Many survived the devastating cold and a hardy race of Humankind settled to exist until the thaw came. The brainless Hulks were wiped out almost instantly, without the resources to adapt and survive, they were helpless against the extreme cold that locked the earth with an iron grip.

 Many centuries later scientists discovered a Hulk, frozen solid, on an undiscovered iceberg, that had suddenly risen from the depths of the sea. There was an uproar as it was discovered that we had the technology to defrost the body and bring the Hulk back to life. Religious leaders were up in arms against this unnatural interference with God’s will and the decision to go ahead was indefinitely postponed.

 Then it was reported that unknown thieves had broken into the ice-store and stolen the still ice-bound body. Rumour had it that a powerful organisation had transported the specimen to a private lab on a remote ice-field in the North,with the intention to bring the Hulk to life and clone and breed the offspring for sport.

 This gave rise to another theory that there had been some in-breeding between the Hulks and Humans before the ice age and some of the brainless traits of the long dead Hulks had survived and still existed in certain members of Humanity.

 Then shocking news was relayed around a stunned world that the Hulk had been brought back to life and was on the loose bouncing around the remote jungles of Peru, having been transported in a container vessel by unscrupulous villains intent on holding the world to ransom. 

 Many blood-soaked bodies have been discovered since, as it is suspected that the Hulk was paired with a native tribal woman producing many jumping offspring. Brainlessness has been reintroduced and is rapidly spreading throughout the civilised world.

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Watery Worlds

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WATERY WORLDS

by John Yeo

We will communicate with other worlds one day in the near future.

Science has revealed an amazing whole living world in each and every drop of water.

Under an electron microscope, a single drop of water is a teeming life-filled world containing tiny life-forms that co-exist.

A single wave of  sea-water, rolling into the shore contains a billion, trillion tiny worlds.

Our scientists are bathing in this rolling, swirling, sea of life-force, attempting to unravel the secrets of these hidden worlds.

We will establish a means of communication as we drink and bathe in mystery.

Meanwhile have  a happy holiday! Enjoy the Sun, the Sea, and help to unravel the mystery.

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FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE

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FORBIDDEN KNOWLEDGE

By John Yeo


Egyptologists have searched for centuries for the ancient knowledge that has been lost since the pyramids were constructed and erected by primitive peoples with little or no technology. The science of the time passed down orally through the religious leaders over centuries, was never written until various holy men began to write some of the precious knowledge.
Hearsay and legend reported a mysterious, very elderly lady in possession of a magical book of very rare information passed from mouth to mouth, then recorded on papyrus scrolls. An amazing discovery of some surviving scrolls led to the premature deaths of the finders, reportedly from the effects of a very potent curse.
The lady who was the wife of one of these intrepid explorers, came into possession of two of these rare scrolls and she was brave enough to have them published, in the form of a small innocuous black book. The original scrolls mysteriously vanished at the printers.
Now in hiding from mysterious dark forces, keen to gain possession of the forbidden knowledge, the lady lived in a palatial residence, situated on a swampy oasis that was considered very safe from the attentions of the invaders.
A very sad first mistake, one eventful day a rider arrived with a message from friends warning her to be on guard, as a very powerful undercover organisation known as the Society of the Black Scarab was very close to finding her.
Fear spread through her household and three trusted servants vanished never to be seen or heard of again. Fatima remained loyal to her lady, although vulnerable and open to attack from all sides, they remained in the mansion and sent Fatima’s son to get help.
Night fell and silence descended on the oasis. The occasional cry of an animal or a beast on the prowl was all that broke the silence of that lonely hostile place.
Riders were heard approaching fast, the two ladies breathed with relief, help had arrived just in time. A voice interrupted the natural punctuated silence. “Allow us in we are here to help! Open up!”
Realisation set in, this was not help, but the dangerous thugs from the society after the valuable little black book.
The two frightened ladies grabbed the book and ran out into the night through the rear entrance heading silently into the swampy oasis.
Tragedy followed, as the brave lady carrying the book of cursed secrets, stepped directly into a marshy quicksand and began to sink in the sandy mud. Fatima and the bandits could only watch in horror as she was slowly sucked into the earth to her death. The last visible signs of a brave lady was her hand clutching the cursed book until they both disappeared from view, sucked into the bowels of the earth. The curse of the forbidden knowledge had claimed another victim.

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Picture it and Write~THE FOLLY

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THE FOLLY 
by John Yeo

Mrs Green was odd, she lived alone without any human companionship, just her canary and some goldfish.
The cottage that was her home was a very small cottage with a thatched roof. China ducks flew on the wall, visible through the front room window, behind an aspidistra plant on the window sill.
Mrs Green was very aged, some said she was in her nineties, nobody knew for sure, she always kept herself to herself. We had never seen any visitors to her home except for the doctor or a nurse if ever she was taken poorly, or tradesmen delivering milk, bread or groceries.
Then came the fire that suddenly erupted in the kitchen and burnt the cottage to the ground, Mrs Green, sadly was consumed in the flames and passed away.
The cottage stood derelict for some years until it was explored, with a view to building on the land. There was a brick-built folly in the garden, that looked crumbling and derelict, but somehow had remained intact over the years. When the door was broken down and entry gained a treasure trove of clues to the background and lifestyle of the eminent scientist and author, Felicity Green was revealed. There were many books lining the walls, and piled in heaps on the floor. Many hand-written books of scientific remedies for curing warts to a revolutionary new cure for some forms of cancer. There were notebooks full of her copper-plate handwriting and poetical works with pressed flowers.
On a very dusty ornate antique desk, littered with articles for her work and many dried herbs, lay a handwritten volume of the most beautiful poetry I have ever read.
We preserved her wonderful folly as a permanent memorial to Felicity Green. Many millions of pounds in revenue have been accumulated from her scientific discoveries, and her amazing poetical works will live forever alongside, William Shakespeare and many talented writers down through the ages.

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THE SURVIVOR

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

Picture it & Write

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THE SURVIVOR

Written by John Yeo

Hallo! This is a picture of me, I am Gallimaufry the grey. I am on my way to our store with some berries to put away for the long cold winter, when food is very scarce.  I put them a hole, in the hollow of an old Oak tree, where we all live during the cold months of the year deep in the forest.

I always dream when I sleep. Last night in my dream I was a giant flying white angel squirrel, I never had to sleep as it was always sunny and we always had as much food as we could eat.

Back here in the harsh real world of the wild forest, I have to protect my store of food from roving gangs of bandit, lazy grey squirrels. These idle mobs will steal a store of food, they are far too lazy to put nuts and berries away for themselves. It is rumored that these gangs are composed mainly of half-breeds, the result of liaisons between grey and the native red  squirrels. I have my doubts about this for many reasons.

The native red squirrels are getting scarce as we grey squirrels take over and displace them from the woodlands. They are very much weaker than us greys and they have a different diet than us, we can eat their food but they have difficulty digesting some of our food.

Our American cousins are known as mini-bears. We are descended from some of these mini-bears, who were brought here and released in the wild many years ago, we have been very successful in making our home here. Sadly hunters are now trying to kill some of us grey squirrels to restore the balance in the numbers between the two separate kinds of squirrel.

We are settled and happy in our little island home, we have learned to survive by squirreling away our little stores of nuts and berries, to get us through the winter.

 

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THE CRUMBLING BRAIN

 

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THE CRUMBLING BRAIN

We have found a cure for the tragedy of dementia. The slow degeneration of the brain, crumbling , as memory leaks out. I lost all track of everything. My mind was a complete blank.

Every particle of the theory has been absorbed and reflected on, then taken to pieces and rebuilt. I lived, ate and processed the information. Every nuance and physical movement of the changes in the cerebral material has been observed and recorded by my brain cells.

I had lost all track of everything, I will now be rebuilt, my whole personality has been reconstructed piece by piece. I am now the foundation of an idea. The brain reconstruction is complete. The Alzheimer’s disease I had suffered from has now been arrested.

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