SUNDAY 27th SEPTEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION
Weekend Writing Prompt #176 – Zany
INZANEINESS
by John Yeo
The doorbell chimed as the family gathered.
A large scruffily-dressed man was revealed on the doorstep wearing a monocle.
An enormous black bow tie was roughly tied around his neck.
His grey hair, hung down beneath a battered top hat.
‘I’m here for my funeral.’
‘Get out of here!’ was the reaction.
‘I will when you bury me.’ came the zany reply.
(62 WORDS)
SATURDAY 26th SEPTEMBER 2020 ~ A POETIC VISION
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 ~ MAKING ‘ME’ TIME
MAKING ‘ME’ TIME
by John Yeo
A tiny spark of dormancy waits for revival,
Encased in a fuzzy cloud of mundanity.
When time and the mixture of conditions allow
Growth begins from within the uncertainty.
A creation of beauty is coming slowly together.
Using my time making ‘Me time.’
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The beauty and the perils that await the entity,
As a fragile life becomes stronger with time.
The magical moment when a muddle of words
Takes a solid shape in a rough draft outline.
A creation shaped slowly with poetic guidance.
Shaping my time into ‘Me time.’
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Words encased with fine vibrancy, line by line.
Ringing through the portals of the poet’s mind.
The entity that grew from a shapeless design.
A thing of beauty with strength and fluidity
Produced and nurtured from a tiny seedling.
A vision; then the growth of beauty in words.
A creation inspired during ‘Me time.’
© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved
FRIDAY 25th 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 ~ WHEN THE STORM IS RAGING
WHEN THE STORM IS RAGING
by John Yeo
The garden is looking wintery and tired
We’re in the depths of Winter here.
The forecasters are frowning in anticipation
A monster weather event is heading our way.
We smile benignly, complacent and calm,
The warnings bells have sounded before,
We’ve always survived in the recent past,
I really must get out in the garden soon
A storm from the East is on the horizon.
Morning dawns with a cold watery sun,
A light sprinkling of snow fell overnight,
Nothing to worry about the sun shines on
The forecasters warn there is more to come.
Snow showers thicken, with blizzards raging,
Thick snow everywhere and trouble ahead.
Schools close down and transport is cut,
Overnight thick snow has solidly frozen,
Chaos and breakdowns, motorists stranded,
Schools shut down as the storm sets in,
Neighbours and the emergency services
Caring with charity race to the rescue,
The storm from the East has finally arrived.
© Written by John Yeo
THURSDAY 24th 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 ~ SHE TOLD THE STORY WITH HER EYES
SHE TOLD THE STORY WITH HER EYES
Five year old Jenny’s eyes stood out like saucers as the chocolatier got to work. The melted gorgeous river of chocolate rippled down the largest chocolate fountain she’d ever seen.
Beneath the river of chocolate that swirled down the fountain ceaselessly, there was an array of things to dip in the delicious chocolatey stream. pretzels, butter shortcake biscuits, strawberries, cherries, pineapple and bananas.
Jenny’s eyes crinkled and smiled and laughed as she dipped a strawberry in the stream and allowed her fingers to get covered by smooth silky chocolate.
She suddenly had chocolate all over her face as she began to eat. Her blue eyes stood out like two blue sapphires in a sea of chocolate.
‘Thanks, Mummy and Daddy; I’ve had the best birthday ever.’
There was a tear in the corner of her Mother’s eyes as she proceeded to kiss the chocolate from around the blue eyes that told the story of a happy little birthday girl.
© Written by John Yeo
WEDNESDAY 23rd 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 ~FEELING WEIRDLY CONFIDENT
by John Yeo
I’ve had a coughing fit lately and my temperature’s gone through the roof.
The advice is to frequently wash my hands and self-isolate for two whole weeks.
I’ve taken a Coronavirus test and sent it to the laboratories by first class post.
The world has gone crazy lately. I’ve become more reclusive than a hermit.
Although I’m bombarded with information from electronic devices and other sources.
My life will never be the way it used to be, yet I’m feeling weirdly confident.
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My cough disappeared along with the pollen; dispersed by flowers and oil seed rape.
My high temperature disappeared with the heatwave that we had suffered for several days.
The results from my Coronavirus test came back negative to my huge relief and delight.
My house has become like an island that is perfect for self-preservation.
The news gets more depressing as the pandemic spreads around the world.
Although our lives will never be the same again I can’t help feeling weirdly confident.
© Written by John Yeo
by John Yeo
I’ve had a coughing fit lately and my temperature’s gone through the roof. The advice is to frequently wash my hands and self-isolate for two whole weeks. I’ve taken a Coronavirus test and sent it to the laboratories by first class post. The world has gone crazy lately. I’ve become more reclusive than a hermit. Although I’m bombarded with information from electronic devices and other sources. My life will never be the way it used to be, yet I’m feeling weirdly confident.
My cough disappeared along with the pollen; dispersed by flowers and oil seed rape. My high temperature disappeared with the heatwave that we had suffered for several days. The results from my Coronavirus test came back negative to my huge relief and delight. My house has become like an island that is perfect for self-preservation. The news gets more depressing as the pandemic spreads around the world. Although our lives will never be the same again I can’t help feeling weirdly confident.
© Written by John Yeo
TUESDAY 22nd SEPTEMBER 2020
This is a response to a prompt by ‘M’ on WordPress which can be found by following the link below.
Today’s prompt is, ‘In a class all her own’
IN A CLASS ALL HER OWN
by John Yeo
It was just intellectually incredible
When this super poem came together,
The reaction would surely be inevitable.
My loving thoughts began to be sown.
The first few drafts were absolutely disposable
The meaning cloaked with words so clever
My mind expressed love with words alone.
A polished accomplishment purely sensual
An approach to the heart with love forever,
I adore her, she’s in a class all her own.
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The words make sense, a beautiful parable
Designed from the heart bringing pleasure,
Paying court to a woman in a class of her own.
Our mutual attraction still unbelievable
Two hearts joined by forces never to sever,
Our lifelines should never again be alone
A super relationship with love conceptual
A single lifeline with words to treasure.
It’s just so intellectually incredible
I adore her, she’s in a class all her own.
© Written by John Yeo
MONDAY 21st SEPTEMBER 2020
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt by M on WordPress
Which can be found by following the link below.
Today’s prompt is ~ ‘Meaty Muffins’
MEATY MUFFINS
by John Yeo
Today was genuinely, my birthday and due to the Coronavirus restrictions we were unable to indulge in the Cordon Bleu upper class cuisine of coveted meaty muffins.
We indulged in a picnic lunch in the sunshine down on the farm.
This evening we celebrated my birthday with a takeaway fish and chip supper.
Meaty Muffins! EAT YOUR HEART OUT!
© Written by John Yeo
SUNDAY 20th 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 ~THE WEIGHT OF HIS AFFECTIONS
by John Yeo
Her heart was overwhelmed by his obvious attractions,
Tenderly she loved him and tried hard to understand.
Slowly she was adjusting to the weight of his affections.
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Realising the depth of her strong romantic reactions,
She did her best to unravel them strand by strand.
Her heart was overwhelmed by his obvious attractions.
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Her feelings were ignited and inflamed her connections
Though she slowly began to understand his demand
Slowly she was adjusting to the weight of his affections.
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She felt dizzy, submerged, moving in many directions
As if she were permanently living in a dreamland.
Her heart was overwhelmed by his obvious attractions.
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Her mind desperately searched for obvious distractions
These strange reactions could have never been planned,
Slowly she was adjusting to the weight of his affections.
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Her greatest fear that these were simply overreactions
On both sides of the relationship the flames had been fanned.
Her heart was overwhelmed by his obvious attractions.
Slowly she was adjusting to the weight of his affections.
© Written by John Yeo
SATURDAY 19th 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 ~ A FRACTION OF A FORTUNE
A FRACTION OF A FORTUNE
by John Yeo
‘You see buddy this is the California gold rush.
People are travelling vast distances across America
To reach the diggings or pan the rivers for gold.
They say you just put a pan in a stream for a minute
Then separate pure gold dust from the oozing mud.
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Yup! This California gold rush has made people rich.
I can show you something that will help you decide.
Something sitting right here in the palm of my hand
A shiny yellow nugget of pure untarnished gold.
Sell up your possessions and join the wagon train.
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It will cost just a fraction of your future fortune.
Then you will never have to work ever again.
The diggings have huge veins of precious rock.
Like this tiny nugget of pure untarnished gold
That represents just a fraction of a fortune.’
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I closely inspected the precious nugget of freedom,
My mind spotted the impurities lodged in the rock.
It had the feel of riches and promised wealth untold.
Buddy, I hesitate to give you an unwarranted shock
This fool’s gold will always be a fraction of your fortune.
© Written by John Yeo
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)
Bereavement single parent dad
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