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..
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..
A new alcoholic drink was tested by a group of consumers with extremely vivid imaginations. They were asked to savour the delights of Space Juice and report on the taste and the effect.
The following are the reflections of one man who was to become an accomplished author.
‘We came upon a fast flowing river with water that powered a water mill. Forceful water that dashed and tumbled over moss covered purple rocks. We followed the odours of fresh baked bread mingling with the delicious smell of deep fried fish with a version of cheese and rough red wine. A structure made of a synthetic substance housed the strangers. There was a notice pinned to the door in what appeared as hieroglyphics, the nearest recognisable translation would be ‘Space Juice’
This discovery was made in a dense unexplored rainforest. We knew we had found the survivors of a spacecraft that had crash landed.
The mission had been going to plan. After a smooth takeoff there had been a collision on the way through the asteroid belt. A tiny rock had pierced the fuel tank and a portion of the fuel had drained away, the ship crash landed in the jungle having run out of space juice and the surviving members of the crew were to spend 10 years in the jungle.
Space Juice is a stimulant that will take you on a journey out of this Covid diseased, lockdown world.’
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..
The airplane design was inspired and modelled on birds
Airplanes have wings, just like birds. They also have a light skeleton (or framework) to decrease their weight, and they have a streamlined shape to decrease drag. The big difference is that airplanes do not flap their wings.
The airframe of birds is composed of a body, a skeleton and a variety of multi coloured feathers
Hawks cannibalize smaller birds
Humanity eats their flesh and eggs and uses their feathers for decoration.
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..
The man walked into a village in India. The people were hungry and destitute, living from day-to-day, hand-to-mouth. The villagers attempted to grow a few vegetables to put food in the mouths of their children. The monsoon was late this year, everyone was desperate for a drink and the crops were drying.
He was so shocked at the contrast between his comfortable lifestyle and this blatant poverty he couldn’t sleep at night. His thoughts swirled around the sheer magnitude of the unfairness of life.
Finally he resorted to asking for the opinions of a philosopher on the moral aspects of these shocking circumstances.
This was the reply…..
‘They know nothing of your lifestyle, they grew up to endure their circumstances. They’re absolutely in total ignorance of anything different. For your own and their sanity you must allow them to live.’
‘You mean, I should ignore their ignorance of a better life and do nothing?’
The man became a famous writer, drawing attention to this sad unfairness and many other anomalies in life.
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..
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..
James Sherwood was a retired self-made entrepreneur. A giant of man, 6′ 6″ in height with a broad pair of shoulders, he wasn’t a man who suffered fools gladly, he looked rather striking with his long dark hair and shrewd blue eyes. Happily married to the beautiful Eva for 19 extremely happy years, they were a well respected couple, who fitted in well with the inhabitants of the local village. Eva was resigned to the fact that James was an inveterate gambler, particularly now he’d retired, he was subject to periods of extreme boredom.
Once a month James would fly to Scotland, in his private single engine plane to take part in a game of cards with his high-rolling cronies.
He knew this would be an unusual night, he just couldn’t go wrong. Hand after hand went his way and he’d cleaned out all of his friends except Donald who kept on playing long after the others had dropped out. Donald was a stubborn fellow who was also an entrepreneur and he hated to lose.
The tension was electric when it came to what was to be the final hand of the session. Donald was cleaned out halfway through the hand, but he refused to give in.
James grinned and said. ‘That’s it Donald; you’ve lost this one, l’m on a roll today.’
‘Wait, James, I’m not finished yet!’
‘What do you mean? You haven’t any money left!’
Donald ran his hand through his thick blonde hair and replied,
‘OK buddy, I’m not done yet! I bet you all the money on the table against my C130 Hercules aeroplane parked on the airport runway.’
There was a sudden silence in the room as the implications of this became clear. James nodded and heaped the cash in a pile in the centre of the table, Donald threw the keys to the Hercules on top. The atmosphere was tense as the last hand was played out.
There was a gasp as the last card was played and James took the hand.
Donald went white and accepted the outcome, although he hated to lose, he gritted his teeth and said, ‘James, buddy, you’ll have to give me a lift home.’
Much later James arrived home and shouted to Eva.
‘Sorry I’m late! I’ve brought you a Hercules home.’
Without looking at James, she replied.
‘Yes! I saw you arrive but I don’t like the propellers.’
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..
I had to somewhat suppress my humorous urges when I saw the way this prompt was phrased as it borders on the edges of politeness.
However following M’s fascinating aircraft theme here is my researched aviation response
Airlander 10, is the largest aircraft in the world that also has a remarkable resemblance to a human behind, is ready to fly again, according to the company that built it.
In the U.K. the Airlander is affectionately known as the “flying bum.”
Jason Alden/Bloomberg via Getty Images
Here goes…
WIDE-BOOTY BOMBSHELLS
by John Yeo
Wing Commander Wolfson a man of action
Was put in command of the flying bombshell
He was aware of the danger of distraction.
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The airship was designed to allow easy extraction
of the cargo from the capacious double rear-well
Wing Commander Wolfson was a man of action.
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The crew could hardly suppress their elation Discipline was essential this reaction to quell
There was always the danger of distraction.
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Fuelling up the airship could lead to petrification
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..
Captain Peter Rochester was a tall man with medium length hair that looked as if it retained its youthful looks with the aid of a proprietary hair dye. Retirement had come as an unwelcome shock since he’d retired from the Air Force. Still a relatively young man he received a good pension. Rosa, his wife was a retired fashion model. Still as glamorous as ever, in a mature way, Rosa still worked infrequently on a self employed basis. They were comfortably off and the future looked secure. Then the advert below appeared in his trade paper and his fertile brain came up with some ideas to alleviate the interminable boredom he was currently experiencing.
Twin Engine Turbine for Sale
‘Select from the twin engine turbine aircraft for sale manufacturers below to view aircraft designations by model. These twin engine turbine aircraft for sale are available immediately.’
‘Rosa, this looks interesting, we can set up in business as couriers and make some money if we look into this.’
Rosa smiled and nodded, ‘OK Pete!’ she replied, ‘I suspect you’ll need me to do the paperwork.’
Several days later, after the financial matters had been settled, Captain Peter arranged to rent a hangar to house the aircraft at a tiny local airfield.
Captain Peter was in his element as he flew above the countryside enjoying the view of the fields and villages spread out below. Suddenly with an almighty bang, an object collided with his left hand engine and a fire broke out.
He radioed the local Air Traffic Control, and gave them his position. ‘I’ve been hit by what looks like a rogue drone! I’m going to crash-land in the fields below. My left engine is hit and I’m flying using my twin right engine.’
Suddenly his engine failed altogether and the aircraft crash landed.
There was a deathly silence over the burning aircraft as Captain Peter Rochester breathed his last breath.
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..
Living on the Space Station is out of this world. Life is lived at a different pace, when one is attempting to colonise outer Space. Captain Mark, an aeronautical engineer was in sole command of the infrastructure here. Dirk, Kirk and Birk were the rest of the crew when a huge rogue asteroid hove into view. This asteroid suddenly altered it’s course leading to an unavoidable collision. Part of the station-shell got destroyed, leaving Captain Mark to make an instant decision. Kirk and Birk would have to return to Earth to arrange for the transfer of some heavy spares to be transported in a Pregnant Guppy. Kirk would handle the ordering of the spare parts and Birk would handle the Pregnant Guppy. When all the details had been completed Kirk met up with Birk who handed him a plastic bag with a rather large goldfish swimming in it.
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‘What’s this?’ Kirk asked Birk, grinning all over his face.
‘Oh! just an extra pregnant guppy to take with us to the Space station. The important one is on the launchpad waiting for us to lift off.
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