MEATY MUFFINS

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

THE WEIGHT OF HIS AFFECTIONS

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

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

A FRACTION OF A FORTUNE

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

MEGALITH

SATURDAY 19th SEPTEMBER 2020 ~ FLASH FICTION 

https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2020/09/19/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)

THE MIRACLE

FRIDAY 18th 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 ~ POLISHED PERFECTION 

THE MIRACLE

by John Yeo

   Marquita was crying, sobbing loudly. The family was gathered around a pile of rugs and blankets in the corner of the room. One had to look closely to discern a thin emaciated child wrapped up in this grubby pile of bedding. Her breath was laboured and her chest shuddered from the effects of a hacking cough that seemed to come from deep within her very soul. The wise old Shaman had visited and with a tear in the corner of his crinkled eye, he just shook his head and left.

      ‘She is dying Jose!’ cried Marquita, ‘Our little child Conchita, is going to our forefathers before her time. Is there nothing we can do?’

    Jose just cried loud, sobbing tears. ‘No Marquita, there is nothing.’

  At that point a familiar figure entered the room, Jose’s brother,  Pietro made an announcement.

      ‘My family, I bring hope; a slender hope. An elder of our neighbouring family,  talks of a cavern inside the hill, carved from solid rock. This cavern contains a huge crystal gemstone, shaped into a perfect square, shaped over generations by water dripping from within, from the very walls and the ceiling. The light from the entrance to this cavern reflects through the dead centre of the crystal gemstone, facilitating healing, and bringing recovery to the afflicted. We must transport Marquita there at once, during the current cycle of midsummer sun reflection.’

   Almost immediately the mood lightened as hope spread from person to person in a tidal wave. Conchita was quickly placed on a stretcher and lifted high in the air by four strong, young men, and a woeful procession began through the valley to the mysterious hill beyond.

The cave was hidden behind a dense thicket, and the members of the procession physically pulled back branches to enter.

 There was a stunned silence as a huge four-sided, shining, crystalline gemstone, polished to perfection, became clearly visible.

Conchita was lifted from the stretcher onto the huge gemstone to bathe in the healing power emanating from its beautiful blue crystal light.

The silence, punctuated with hope, was broken as Conchita suddenly sat up on the hard exterior of the stone. ‘Ma-Ma!’

There were grateful, gracious, tears replacing the woeful weeping as she was placed back on the stretcher, with the ghost of a smile on her face.

Over the next few weeks, Conchita just got stronger and stronger, leading to a full recovery.

The magical crystalline gemstone disappeared when an earthquake struck the island shortly afterward. Many searches have been made for this miraculous marvel, to no avail, some say it has gone forever.

© Written by John Yeo 

RESEARCH

‘The light that reflects through a gemstone crystal, or energy emanating from it is thought to facilitate healing when the gemstone is placed on vital parts of the body. This use of gemstones and minerals for healing is called lithotherapy, and this field is gaining popularity throughout the world of alternative therapy.’  

(from the net)

NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS

THURSDAY 17th 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 ~ NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

by John Yeo 

The height of happiness is attained

With the antidote to unhappiness,

Contentment with peace of mind maintained.

A water filled oasis on land reclaimed

An umbrella on a rainswept day

The height of happiness is attained.

Found during nights in Starview Heights.

Saturating floodwater safely drained

Fertile soil to grow fresh healthy food

Contentment with peace of mind maintained.

The storm recedes, normality regained,

The sun shines after the constant rain,

The height of happiness is attained

Spending our nights in Starview Heights.

© Written by John Yeo 

NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS

THURSDAY 17th 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 ~ NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

NIGHTS IN STARVIEW HEIGHTS 

by John Yeo

   We were spending our nights in Starview Heights. They had named our mountains Starview Heights. As predicted the meteor shower arrived exactly on time. We made love in the observatory as a stunning meteor shower arrived from a radiant area in a far off universe, exploding brilliantly in the night sky.
My wife is beautiful, desired by many and loved by one. I am a Professor in Astrophysics. We had timed our moment precisely, my seed would meet her egg at exactly the right microsecond. A star child would be conceived as a stunning meteor shower exploded in the sky above the glass observatory perched on the peak of a mountain called Starview Heights.
Our son, Leonid was born nine months later, amid another stunning display of shining stars in the night sky.

© Written by John Yeo

JONATHAN MICHAEL WAS HIS NAME

WEDNESDAY 16th 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 ~ JONATHAN MICHAEL WAS HIS NAME 

JONATHAN MICHAEL WAS HIS NAME 

by John Yeo

   Henry Stanley had been sent to Africa to find Dr Livingstone, a famous missionary, explorer by the New York Herald newspaper in 1869. 

  It’s not recorded in the conventional history books but Mr Stanley had made his now famous introductory remark to the wrong person at first.

   A notorious slave trader was in the area in the depths of the jungle, Jonathan Michael was his name. He had become separated from his crew and was alone searching for his companions.

    When this character was approached by Henry Stanley with the now famous words “Dr Livingstone, I presume?” 

  Mr Michael removed his pith helmet to reveal a shock of red hair and it was instantly obvious he wasn’t  Dr. Livingstone.

   The reply that never made the history books was far to impolite to record here.

   Mr Stanley found Livingstone in the town of Ujiji on the shores of Lake Tanganyika on 10 November 1871, greeting him with the now famous words “Dr Livingstone, I presume?” 

© Written by John Yeo

CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS

TUESDAY 15th 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 ~ CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS 

CRIMSON CLOVER COMPASSIONS 

by John Yeo

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion 

Which is quite often in a heartless cold world.

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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I feel the hurt of the oppressed with my imagination 

When the litany of heartbreak is daily unfurled.

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion.

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Crimson clover delights, nourishing high expectation 

Pacifying my feelings with my tension uncurled.

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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The scent of the clover leads to high expectation 

Of solutions to sadness and a pain free realworld.

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion.

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Crimson clover stems the tide of relentless libations 

When the problems that beset us are twisted and hurled

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

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Floral power and evil have no compatible relation

Compassion will be felt in my personal dreamworld,

Whenever cruelty or hurt excites my passion 

I console myself with crimson clover compassions.

~

© Written by John Yeo

AT THE HEART OF HER

MONDAY 14th 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 ~ AT THE HEART OF HER

AT THE HEART OF HER

by John Yeo

  We enjoyed a barbecue together which was so perfectly prepared and presented. It was obvious that food was her main interest and culinary perfection would always be at the heart of her.

  Another interest was reading prolifically on a wide range of subjects and this would always be incredibly close to her heart.

 These were intermingled with many other interests, but her prime interest that took her attention for twenty four hours a day and was really at the heart of her was me.

© Written by John Yeo