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Mondays Finish the Story – November 10th, 2014~ VOICES

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Monday's finish the story

VOICES

by John Yeo

Would anyone know if there was an alien invasion? I asked the Doctor as I lay on his couch.
“Hmm!”
I mean, I noticed this little fellow on a branch in our garden, Just another stick insect, I thought. Then suddenly the creature addressed me and told me to be careful where I trod or I would squash his spaceship. “
Hmm! Do you often hear voices?”
Yes! I can hear your voice quite clearly and my wife never stops talking.
Hmm! I mean, do insects often talk to you?
No, this one was unique and offered to show me a plant that would make me immortal.
Hmm! Did you reply and jot the details down?
No, I did not have a pen at the time and I have forgotten what the plant was, I was unable to question him further as a passing bird flew down and gobbled him up.
Hmm! Tell me about your relationship with your Mother?

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Velvet-Verbosity~100-word-challenge~Write-100-words-on-the-word~~PERCHED~~

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ALARM CALL

By John Yeo

We were exploring the remote dense African jungle, My colleagues and I had  a grant from our university to search for rare medicinal plants. Suddenly we were confronted with a raging torrent of water, a tributary to a very large river. There was no way around this obstacle. To continue our journey we would have to find a way across.
Then our local guide shimmied up a very large Baobab tree. Perched on a branch he made a very loud piercing whistling call, many times.
Shortly after a fleet of canoes arrived to ferry us to the other side.

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©  Written by John Yeo, in response to a prompt by Velvet Verbosity to write 100words on the word PERCHED

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THE RESCUE

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

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THE RESCUE

by John Yeo

 Our planet is dying from lack of food, energy, and overexposure to the intense heat generated by the thoughtless burning of fossil fuels for centuries. Desperately our scientists have been sending random signals to the limits of our universe and beyond.

 Then without warning a huge moon appeared in the sky and began to get closer and closer to the Earth. Scientists were scared of a collision and plans were made for the united world’s military to shoot this moon out of the sky. Then a surprising unstoppable message was relayed to all of our world media.

 Do not be afraid! Your weapons are frozen and will not operate, we are your brothers from many universes away, we are here to help. This moon is a craft that will take everyone to safety before the planet Earth self destructs.  Your years of neglect and abuse have had an unstoppable effect and you are invited to leave this dying planet. We have been monitoring your development for centuries and we are here to rescue and relocate you to another fresh fertile world. We will help you and freely share our eternal knowledge for your future health and happiness.

The governments were sceptical. The scientists were delighted. The religious were united in their belief that this was God’s work. Many were suspicious and refused to believe the message.

The people who had faith in the message from this moon, packed a few belongings and travelled up hill and down dale to board the vessel that would eventually rise in the sky and take everyone to a haven. A new world, a new life,  with a new beginning beyond our universe.

Ermilia's moon

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Five Sentence Fiction~~ “ENVY”

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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

This week’s word: ENVY

http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-envy/

BEHIND THE MASK

by John Yeo

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Our friends the next door neighbours are always in the red, heavily in debt, but always so very happy.

We have always worked very hard for every penny we have, and we save our money for a rainy day.

They are lucky, going off on a cruise around the world, how do they manage that with all their bills?

We are off to a guest house in Southend-on-sea, all we can afford, unlike some careless people.

We thought they were crooks until we found out the truth, they won a lot of money on the lottery.

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

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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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The Talking Space

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Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story inspired by the picture that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in!

THE TALKING SPACE

by John Yeo

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Our house is large, built to a grand design,
Cleo flounced in the front door looking flustered.
“Father I need to talk, can we go to the table?”
I smiled inwardly, we have a round table and chairs on the patio, where family matters are discussed in private.
“Of course, I replied, come.”
“I’m in deep trouble and I need money from you urgently! “
The words came out very fast, furious and aggressive.
“Now hold on, what do you need this money for?
“Sorry Dad, my car is in need of urgent repair”
I sighed and reached for my wallet.

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THE LEGACY

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

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Ermilia's Tattooed Hand

As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia

THE LEGACY
by John Yeo

I am a story that is still in the telling. I entered the family profession as a boy in India. My life as a mahout started very early, when I was assigned Dattiji, a very young elephant. My training began, and my elephant and I grew up together.
I used my hook and trained Dattiji to trust me alone, Dattiji used his natural friendliness and loyalty to train me. We became very close, I slept with my elephant ate my food with my elephant, we spent our lives together.
One night, I was awoken very early in the morning to frightening screams of agony from Dattiji. I then realised that Ganesh, the Indian god of elephants had arrived to take Dattiji to heaven. I was heartbroken at the loss of my elephant.
I designed an image of the eternal elephant spirit, decorated with a spiritual headdress.  A very good friend, a skilled artist, tattooed my creation on my hand. I now have a permanent memory to carry wherever I go, of my elephant friend Dattiji.
Many people ask me about this unusual design and I now take commissions to design and create unique works of art.
I could never go back to my first profession as a mahout, I know I will never find another friend like Dattiji.
Ermilia's Tattooed Hand
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Shades of Hunger

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Lillie McFerrin~Five Sentence Fiction~ Prompt word ~ HUNGER

SHADES OF HUNGER

Young Billy was enduring shopping with his Mum, in the mall, and he could hardly wait to eat.

Mkabwe went hunting in the bush, with his Dad looking for food, anything the family could eat.

Hurry up Mum, I’m starving, said Billy rubbing his stomach, we always have a McDonalds here.

Mkabwe picked up a grub from the dusty floor of a dry river bed, no water flowed, he had not eaten for two days.

Both boys from different worlds know hunger in different ways.

 

Written by John Yeo (c)

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Picture it and Write~THE FOLLY

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

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The Picture is provided and credited by Ermilia

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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JUNE 18, 2014 Writing 101, Day Thirteen: Serial Killer II

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On day four, you wrote a post about losing something. Today, write about finding something.

Today’s twist: if you wrote day four’s post as the first in a series, use this one as the second instalment — loosely defined.

You could pick up the action where you stopped, or jump backward or forward in time~

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The link below will take you to my~Day four writing instalment~ “The tragic loss unfolds”~Episode One~

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THE ORCHIDS

 We froze at first as we could hear this noisy approach getting closer, someone or something was very near us running through the undergrowth. I looked at Margaret, we held hands and ran for our lives in the opposite direction. We did not wait to find out who or what made that noise, birds high above flew away making cries of alarm.

 We ran deeper and deeper into the blackness of this huge pine forest, until we both collapsed on the grassy bank of a stream, panting to get our breath back. We had no idea where we were. The stream was running quite fast, there were reeds, rushes and pretty yellow flowers on both sides on the banks. We decided to follow this stream in the hope of finding a way out of the forest.

 We came to a clearing in the dense woods that was covered with many wild flowers and  lush green grass, by the side of the stream. We sat down to rest and feeling hungry we nibbled on some chocolate with some wild berries. Margaret laughed and remarked that we were enjoying  the fruits of the forest.

 Margaret then asked me if I knew anything about a group of very pretty wild flowers nearby. I immediately recognised them as a group of beautiful orchids. I am certain these are very rare, very valuable, Fairy Slipper orchids. “We could make a lot of money from these orchids, if only we knew where we were.”

 We continued on our way, leaving a makeshift trail of twisted reeds hanging from the branches of the trees and bushes along the path next to the stream. Suddenly there was an approaching crashing and the breaking of twigs coming towards us from behind. We then realised to our horror that we must have been followed from the cottage~~~~~~~~~~~~~(To be continued)

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