MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (23)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 11/05/2015, 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.

The link below takes you to Part Twenty-Two

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (22)

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Arriving at the beach she reflected on her life.

With her thoughts unbound, Bella’s mind raced from her deep love for the organisation to her secret love for Alberto, Don Fernando’s son.

Bella was dragged to a launch by several masked men. The launch was moored in a very isolated bay surrounded by rocky cliffs, seemingly impregnable to attack from all sides.
A sudden alien sound filled the air as two helicopters approached. A blast of gunfire cut down the masked men. Bella was hit by a stray bullet, she screamed as a jolt of pain seared through her body. The leading helicopter landed and five men led by Marg raced to collect Bella. An intense volley of sporadic gunfire came from the surrounding cliffs as a counter attack began. Marg and Angelo carried Bella to the copter which took off immediately and flew to the fortified mansion of Don Fernando. He was shocked ………

(150 words)

To be continued

The link below takes you to Part Twenty-Two

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (22)

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ESCAPE WITH DIGNITY

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge. 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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Thank you Ady for our prompt photo this week

The boatman’s organisation were paid thousands to smuggle the family onto the mainland. They were escaping from a brutal regime that would have jailed Mr Shah and sold his wife and children into slavery. When they saw the transport for the last leg of the journey they were shocked. The boatman assured them all would be well as they would never be considered suspects on a paddle boat. That would be considered a pleasure trip.
A patrol boat sped by as they were halfway across the bay and ignored them. The family raised fishing rods and pretended to fish when a helicopter flew overhead. They reached land-fall, when a patrol ordered them to stop and produce their papers. With their hearts in their mouths, Mr Shah reached for the forged papers in his wallet. A radio crackled into life and the patrol instantly sped off on their motorcycles in the direction of the waterside. The family breathed a united sigh of relief and made their way ashore to a new life.

(175 Words)

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Mysterious Island (5)


I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 05/01/2015, 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.

The link below takes you to Part Four

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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (5)

by John Yeo

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Silently as the people watched, the black hawk helicopter lifted into the air
The detonation of a rocket laid waste to one of the outhouses. Under attack and in danger, Marg and the team were quickly whisked away through a door leading to a flight of stairs down to a concrete bunker in the basement. Ripples of shock visibly ran through everyone as they raced down the stairs through a maze of tunnels emerging an hour later in a farmhouse, about a mile away. Marg managed to hitch a ride to the airport where she was soon safely on a flight back to England.
Later, Marg heard the sad news, several members of the Don’s family had been killed in the surprise raid. The plans laid at the meeting were to be put into action as revenge for this insult was now a matter of urgency. Marg was expected to report to the mysterious Island for training. The Brigadier was hopping mad~

(149 words) ~ To be continued ~

The link below takes you to Part Four

Mysterious Island (4)

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Velvet Verbosity~100 Word Challenge~Write 100 words on the word “Beast”

THE BEAST MISSES
by John Yeo

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The village was located at the edges of the tropical evergreen forest. The villagers would grow food, collect fruit from the forest and kill small animals for food. One day, Abhay a young, fearless, carefree man was collecting wood for cooking from the forest. He sensed a pair of eyes watching his every move. Abhay became uneasy, he was sure he was not alone. Then a low growl became a roar and a full grown female tiger suddenly appeared on the path in front of him. Abhay turned to flee, a shot rang out, the tiger turned and fled unscathed.

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JUNE 23rd, 2014 Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Serial Killer III

The link below will take you to my day four~Writing instalment~”The tragic loss unfolds”~Episode One~

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The link below will take you to my day nine ~Writing instalment~”The Orchids”~Episode Two~

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LOST AND FOUND

Episode three

By John Yeo

The approaching noises just got closer and closer. We were unsure whether they were made by man or beast. I said to Margaret, we will not run, we will hide in the woods and see who comes along the trail. We waited tensely, listening to the approach of someone in a hurry, obviously chasing after us. Suddenly there was a break in the trees and a tall man, wearing tweed clothes and a deerstalker hat appeared in the clearing. Hallo! He shouted.

I stepped out into the clearing, shaking off, Margaret’s attempt to hold on to me to keep me under cover. The man said, “I’m glad I caught up with you, I have been following you since you left my cottage. I found this brooch on the floor, it looks as if it might have value”. It was a brooch in the shape of a peacock, belonging to Margaret. A sentimental brooch that I purchased as a souvenir, when we were on our travels a few years ago. Margaret was thrilled to get it back, it did mean a lot to her, the strange thing is, she never realised she had lost it in our hurry to get away from the cottage. I thanked the man profusely and offered him a reward from the notes I had in my wallet.

The man introduced himself as Gerald Mellors, and said he was the gamekeeper here on this estate and forest, which stretched as far as five miles in every direction from his cottage.

I asked him, with some trepidation, about the fresh blood we had noticed at the cottage. He replied that he butchered deer for the estate owners and buried the remains of the carcases in the yard. I laughed at that, we did not let on about our suspicious fears.

We then explained that we were also hopelessly lost. Our new friend said not to worry, he would give us directions to follow to get us safely home.

I informed him about our find of the very rare, very valuable orchids. Mr Mellors was amazed, and said he would inform his employers, who were very kindly, and would certainly want to reward us for our honesty, and for our recognition of these precious flowers.

We started out on this journey by losing ourselves, we then found a very rare group of orchids. Margaret lost a brooch, with a high sentimental value, and we found a new friend in Gerald Mellors, the gamekeeper, who helped us find our way home. Margaret still has certain reservations and uneasy feelings about this new-found friend and is wary about my decision to reveal the existence of the valuable orchids.

We almost ran away and lost ourselves again in the depths of the forest. Often when you face your fears,  you find answers where you least expect to find them.

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EPISODE TWO LINK~ http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-iK  ~

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