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THE PAGE WHERE THE HEART SPEAKS WORDS

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WEDNESDAY 1st JULY 2020 

FLASH FICTION POETRY

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
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July Writing Prompts

THE PAGE WHERE THE HEART SPEAKS WORDS

by John Yeo

The page where the heart speaks words

In a changing world Is a private space 

In the book of life with love to be heard.

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All outside interference with hate deferred

With feelings approaching this secret place

The page where the heart speaks words

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A page of heartfelt feelings transferred

Begs forgiveness and spurns disgrace

In the book of life with love to be heard.

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To gain this page is an honour conferred 

A book where words and feelings trace

The page where the heart speaks words.

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A page of personal feelings stirred

The words where feelings take their place

In the book of life with love to be heard.

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The page of feelings read word for word,

Thought and life with love’s story embrace

The page where the heart speaks words

In the book of life with love to be heard.

© Written by John Yeo

THE LAST OF LUKE

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TUESDAY 30th JUNE 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..

June 2020 Writing Prompts

THE LAST OF LUKE

by John Yeo

The assembled gathering were sombre to say the least, the sheriff took the prayer book in his hands and said.

    ‘The Colonel was a fine man who deserved everything he had achieved.’

The councillors and the local dignitaries all agreed that there’d never lived a finer man than Colonel Luke.

   ‘The Colonel was a devout man full of Christian charity, when he left every penny of his legacy to the town. The money will go towards feeding the poor and educating the children.’

A voice rose from the rear of the assembly.

    ‘He was a racist slave driver who made money out of the very people he is bettering.’

There was a chorus of assent from the gathering.

  The priest intoned the words of the last two verses from the gospel according to St. Luke.

Colonel Luke’s body was consigned to the flames of the crematorium.

The feelings of the townsfolk were mixed, love and pride mixed with hate and abhorrence. Goodbye Colonel Luke.

‘May you rot in the embers of the fires.’ 

© Written by John Yeo.

AMBROSIA AFTERTHOUGHTS

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FLASH FICTION 

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..

June 2020 Writing Prompts

AMBROSIA  AFTERTHOUGHTS

by John Yeo

Pantrus was one of the lesser Greek Gods. He knew he was immortal, but he’d fallen in love with a mortal and wanted to make her as immortal as he was. He introduced her to the substance of immortality and when the Gods heard of this they were extremely angry. When Pantrus realised his error, he ran away and took a trip through time to the twentieth century.

 When he woke he found himself in a lodging house in Brixton in the centre of London. Millie the landlady was from the West Indies.

‘Oh you’ve woken up, you were very tired when you arrived at the door last night.’

Pantrus could instantly communicate with her as he was an immortal God with extensive powers.

 ‘Yes, of course, I wanted to land in a place of security. 

Where am I?’

‘You will be safe here alright Sir. We are a very peaceful family. 

The strange gold coins you presented when you arrived should pay the rent for ages. What would you like for breakfast?’

Pantrus thought for a moment and said, ‘I would like a glass of nectar and some ambrosia please. Then I will explore the area.’

Ten minutes later Millie came back with a tray containing a cup of tea and some rice pudding.’

‘What’s this?’ asked Pantrus irritably. ‘I will not eat this strange substance.’

Millie looked puzzled and said, ‘That’s Ambrosia rice pudding and the nearest I could get to nectar.’

‘Take it away!’ Pantrus shouted.

© Written by John Yeo 

TILLY THE TUNA

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SUNDAY 28th JUNE 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..

June 2020 Writing Prompts

TILLY THE TUNA 

by John Yeo

We are off to visit the Sealife aquarium today. Both the children are excited and the atmosphere is charged.

 ‘Mum will there be real sharks swimming there? We’ve only ever seen them on the television.’ asked Billy.

‘Of course there will be sharks and lots of other kinds of fish. When you walk through the aquarium tunnels underwater, they’ll be swimming over your heads.’

 Milly, their eight year old couldn’t wait to meet a special fish.

‘I dreamed about Tilly, a tuna fish who had twins and they swam all over the place in the seas around the British isles.’

 ‘Don’t be silly Milly, tuna fish aren’t found here, they live in the oceans far away from here.’

 ‘My Tilly lives in my head Billy and I can place her wherever I want her to be.’

Billy said to Milly, 

‘If I had a dream about Tilly the tuna I wouldn’t eat the sandwiches Mum has made for lunch.’

 Milly cried, to think Tilly had died and Billy ate the tuna sandwiches.

© Written by John Yeo

MARIGOLD MOMENTS

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FLASH FICTION 

June 2020 Writing Prompts

MARIGOLD MOMENTS

by John Yeo

Mary just adored them and did everything in her power to preserve the magical Marigolds that grew along the borders of her garden. She would water them daily, even when it rained. One day there was a loud knocking at the door. Mary went to open it and there didn’t seem to be anyone around, just a huge bunch of sweet smelling gold coloured Marigolds. 

‘Wonderful!’ She thought, ‘My favourite flower, they smell so freshly cut and they look so good. I must put them in a vase straight away.’

Shortly after there was another knock on the door and when Mary answered, she saw the local postman with a card in his hand.

‘Here you are Ma’am, someone has remembered it’s Valentine’s Day and sent you a card.’

‘How do you know.’ asked Mary.

‘Easy said the postman, there are kisses and hearts all over it.’

Mary smiled and opened the card immediately when she was alone, sure enough it was a Valentine’s Day card with beautiful Marigolds all over it.

 Mary wondered who the unsigned card was from.

Later that day she met Bob, the greengrocer in town and oddly he had a large Marigold in his lapel.

Mary smiled , yet still the penny hadn’t dropped until Bob blushing said to her.

‘I love your Marigolds Mary, your garden is as beautiful as you.’

Then it was Mary’s turn to blush as Bob handed her a bunch of Marigolds with an engagement ring in a box.

‘Please marry me Marigold Mary.’

© Written by John Yeo 

SHALLOW HOPE

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SHALLOW HOPE

June 2020 Writing Prompts

by John Yeo

Wally and Mike were off to visit an illegal rave-up. Free music with all their online friends in the local park.

‘Wally, look at all the people here! Hey! Carol and Gloria. How are you both.’

Gloria pushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes and smiled. ’We’re good aren’t we Carol.’

‘Yes!’ giggled Carol, ‘We sneaked out and got here as soon as we heard about the rave.’

Mike interjected with, ‘ My Dad was a bit funny because of this virus thing that’s going around, but everyone says it’s only a scare and not worth worrying about.’

‘Yes!,’ said Wally, ‘We can enjoy ourselves and hope for the best.’

The four friends had a wonderful time dancing the night away. It 

It wasn’t until later that they realised that the whole thing had been televised and their parents were sure to see it on the news.

All hell broke loose when they got home. Wally said to his Dad

‘It should be alright as we are too young to catch it.’

I hope so for your sake! You’re grounded anyway.’ Shouted his Dad

It wasn’t until his Grandad was in hospital they both realised how stupidly shallow those hopes had been.

© Written by John Yeo

WINDOW TO WALANCHA

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June 2020 Writing Prompts

THE WINDOW TO WALANCHA

by John Yeo


‘What’s Walancha?’ Asked the English student.
‘What do you mean by what’s Walancha?’
‘ Well, this prompt setter M, has given a cue for a prompt including the word Walancha. ‘The Window to Walancha.’
Mr Sampson wiped his forehead, actually his whole head was a shiny dome, since his wife had shaved all his hair off during a dream.
‘Walancha,’ he mused, you say there’s a window involved?’
I can’t say I’ve come across this word. It sounds just like a place I once knew in the Himalayas. Tibetan monks used a high resolution mirror to reflect the sun into the eyes of their initiates. Thus inducing a state of mind known as Walancha.’
‘Oh!’ Exclaimed the student ‘Walancha is an altered state of consciousness that can only be reached by getting dazzled.’
‘Exactly!’ Sampson replied.

© Written by John Yeo


MOSQUITO MADNESS

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June 2020 Writing Prompts

TUESDAY 23rd JUNE 2020

MOSQUITO MADNESS

  The professor was a well known entomologist he had lectured all over the world in most of the prestigious universities. In the jungles of Borneo, he met a local guide called Mojo and together they trekked through some impenetrable jungle searching for a new legendary example of insect life. A life of an unknown species.

‘Listen Mojo, we’re looking for a golden mosquito, that is a pure yellow golden colour   But we have to be wary we don’t get bitten as Madness will surely follow.’

 Later Mojo raced back from the densest part of the jungle with a dead insect clinging to his bare arm

‘Yai! Yai! I am now the one God and hate everybody, Mosquitoes will rule the world one day. Let’s all die together!’

The Professor was bemused as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his knapsack, secured Mojo and carefully removed the  dead yellow insect.  

 © Written by John Yeo.

SPOTTY SPINACH

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June 2020 Writing Prompts
Here is my entry for today 22nd June2020
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SPOTTY SPINACH 

   Chef was inspecting the delivery of fresh vegetables to the kitchen at the rear doors

Jim Green was a smallholder who provided as much locally grown vegetables to the businesses and shops in the area as he could harvest. 

  ‘Morning Jim! What have you brought for us today? I hope you remembered everything on my order.’

  ‘Yes Sir’ Jim replied. ‘I’ve got everything you ordered, luscious Lettuce, healthy Kale and some beautiful Cabbages. Oh! not forgetting the special Spinach you requested me to grow specially for your breakfast customers.’

 ‘Excellent Jim, let me just have a quick look. The Lettuces look wonderful, crisp and green, and the Kale look beautiful. Just a moment though the Spinach is full of spots.’

 ‘That’s because they’re special Sir, the spots give it a delicious flavour.’

© Written by John Yeo

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST (2)

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THIS IS A CONTINUATION BEYOND THE RESTRICTED 150 WORDS OF THE ORIGINAL PROMPT

Welcome to What Pegman Saw, a 150-word weekly writing prompt inspired by the photos found on Google Maps. Yep, that’s really a picture of Manhattan. Inwood Park, at the very tip of the island, is one of the few places on the island that looks as it did three hundred years ago.

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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

by John Yeo

  Gerald stood at the top of the hill transfixed and just stood drinking in the absolute beauty that seemed to reach out and draw him on. Georgina breathlessly caught up, then gasped with surprised wonder.
  Suddenly there was a chuckle as a rough looking stranger emerged from the depths of a nearby copse. A middle-aged, rather overweight, bearded man stood before them, he had long greasy black hair, with grey streaks, held in position with a battered trilby hat. His bushy black eyebrows met in the middle, atop a large crooked nose. He suddenly opened his mouth to reveal a blackened set of uneven, crooked, gap-filled teeth.

   ‘I see both of you young people are overwhelmed with this place. I’m Captain Ted, a hungry man and I’ll thank you to turn out your pockets and give me everything you find in them. Oh! And I’ll take that smartphone you’re clutching young man.’

  Georgina loudly screamed! ‘Go away you horrible man, I’ll scream the place down and you will be locked up by the Police.’ Screaming loud enough to split her lungs apart.

The stranger suddenly raised his gnarled walking stick in a threatening manner. ‘Stop that ruddy noise of I’ll break your curly head open.’
Startled, Georgina stopped screaming and stood with tears streaming down her face.
Gerald stepped forward and emptied his pockets and handed everything he had over to the stranger.

   ‘You coward!’ shouted Georgina sobbing loudly.

The stranger chuckled and held the club threateningly above her head.

  ‘That’s a good lad, now hand me that smartphone. I’ve always wanted one of those! Give it here! Quickly lad.’
As Gerald held out his smartphone to the stranger he demonstrably pressed a button twice and held the screen up towards the man.

  ‘You see these two nines on this screen!’ said Gerald.

 The man suspiciously nodded and gruffly said.
   ‘Just hand over the phone without any monkey-business or I’ll break her pretty little head open with my stick, then I’ll hurt you too.’

  Gerald took a deep breath and said, ‘Listen here you crook! If I press another nine on this smartphone, It will dial 999 and summon the Police. There will be a helicopter overhead instantly.’

     ‘Don’t lie to me you little monkey! How will they know where we are?’ said the stranger visibly unsure of this turn of events.

  ‘Why do you think they call them smartphones you ignoramus?’
Gerald then demonstrably pressed the nine button.
With a curse, the unkempt villain took to his heels and ran for his life.
Georgina looked at Gerald with new respect.

  ‘Sorry I called you a coward. How did you know he would believe your story?’

  Gerald laughed and said, ‘I guessed he hadn’t a clue about smartphones and I just took a chance.’

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