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

by John Yeo


Image from the net

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

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!


by John Yeo


Image source PHOTO PROMPT-Copyright-Melanie Greenwood

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

Ermilia's Tattooed Hand

As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia

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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Five Sentence Fiction~~ “MARRIAGE”

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.



by John Yeo

The contented looking couple in their later years, a man and a woman, holding hands, matching strides.
Walking through a beautiful park, full of flowering trees and shrubs, with birds and wildlife in abundance.
Wilfred and Myrtle have lived together for sixty years, as friends and lovers, they have been through a lifetime of love and affection.
Wilfred suddenly turned to Myrtle, looked deeply into her eyes and asked; will you marry me now Myrtle, and make things proper?
Myrtle smiled, then laughingly said, don’t be silly darling, I will always love you without a fuss and a piece of paper.

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What is copyright?

The University is undergoing a major overhaul of its copyright Pages (Aug 2014) due to changes in copyright law.
Completion is scheduled by January 2015. In the meantime if you need further advice please contact either: Sue Howlett or Vicki McGarvey

Copyright protects the physical expression of ideas. As soon as an idea is given physical form, e.g. a piece of writing, a photograph, music, a film, a web page, it is protected by copyright. There is no need for registration or to claim copyright in some way, protection is automatic at the point of creation. Both published and unpublished works are protected by copyright.

Copyright is normally owned by the creator(s) of the work, e.g. an author, composer, artist, photographer etc. If the work is created in the course of a person’s employment, then the copyright holder is usually the employer.

Copyright is a property right and can be sold or transferred to others. Authors of articles in academic journals, for example, frequently transfer the copyright in those articles to the journal’s publisher. It is important not to confuse ownership of a work with ownership of the copyright in it: a person may have acquired an original copyright work, e.g. a painting, letter or photograph, but unless the copyright in it has expressly also been transferred, it will remain with the creator.

Copyright is regulated by law, the main statute in the UK being the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988 (CDPA). This was amended in October 2003 by the Copyright and Related Rights Regulations 2003 which incorporated into UK law the changes required by the EU Copyright Directive.

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As a result of certain international treaties and conventions, works produced in other countries have the same copyright protection in the UK as those created here.

My friend and associate forwarded this to me and I pass it on for the benefit of fellow bloggers~

No Apology

So much ingrained eloquently expressed hatred to expunge~ On either side of the equation ~ A superb piece of writing that brings to light the terrible inferences some people have to endure just to survive ~On either side of the equation~ Love to all ~ ❤

Mehreen Kasana

On my way to class, I take the Q train to Manhattan and sit down next to an old white man who recoils a noticeable bit. I assume it’s because I smell odd to him, which doesn’t make sense because I took a shower in the morning. Maybe I’m sitting too liberally the way men do on public transit with their legs a mile apart, I think to myself. That also doesn’t apply since I have my legs crossed. After a few seconds of inspecting any potential offence caused, I realize that it has nothing to do with an imaginary odor or physical space but with the keffiyeh around my neck that my friend gifted me (the Palestinian scarf – an apparently controversial piece of cloth). It is an increasingly cold October in NYC. Sam Harris may not have told you but we Muslims need our homeostasis at a healthy…

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Friday Fictioneers~~ 100 words on the pictured prompt~~ THE RETURN


Photo prompt supplied by The Reclining Gentleman on Word Press


by John Yeo

Here we lived on this side of the lake. Even the ducks seemed to know, and would not come near. The condition we suffered caused physical disfigurement and disability. The monks who looked after Mary and I kept their distance. They insisted we pray and immerse ourselves in the water many times during the day and night to wash away our sins. Mary and I met here in the leprosarium  and fell in love. Together we watched the sun  rise and set over the lake many times. Our spirits return here often to immerse ourselves in memories of the past.

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Edited and revised 28/10/2014

Peace 🙂



by John Yeo

I climb upwards and upwards, breathless,
I work my way to the top
The view from up here is priceless
It is a very high life from the cab.
Over two hundred metres high in the air
I am lord and master of all I survey,
The hoist is like a mechanical chair.
From high above, the city looks drab.
My machine is equipped with the finest hoist,
A huge bucket, wire and chains.
In the high stormy rain the air is moist
The sharp winds cut and viciously stab.
The signaller below, when the load is ready
Calls on the radio. Lift off. Lift and shift!
I manipulate the levers, keeping steady
Guiding the pick-up to the target slab.
It is a lonely contemplative life at the top,
There is much danger in my working conditions.
One false move and the load would drop
Causing much death and mayhem, below.

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Photograph courtesy of Google images

Volumes of Life

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


As usual the picture is supplied and credited by Ermilia



Every second of our lives is recorded in the volumes in the Universal library. The angelic guide led me to my personal shelves. Many dusty leather bound volumes containing a record of every word I have ever uttered, every thought that has ever entered my head, recorded here in my own personal files. I nervously fingered a couple of these tomes and I muttered to the angel.

“I have made mistakes in my life, and certainly taken many wrong turnings, how do I get these expunged and removed from these comprehensive records?”

My spiritual guide replied, “Removal of the events that have already happened is of course impossible. My advice to you would be to strive for excellence in everything you do in the future,”

My mind was a turmoil of negative reactions to the sure and everlasting knowledge that  there are, and never have been, any secrets. Every action and thought, is recorded and stored eternally.

I said, “Then is there no forgiveness for even the most minor of our transgressions, destined to be forever recorded in this depository of past events”

“Forgiveness starts with you. Forgive yourself first, then others will find the example of the serenity and peace of mind that will flow from your inner strength”.

The cruel example of eternal forgiveness was a man ruthlessly slain, calling for universal pity and forgiveness.

“Father forgive them, for they know not what they do”

 I looked again at the many volumes containing the growth and changes in my life. Watching them slowly disintegrating and turning to dust.

I then realised that the books were a metaphor, the past was irreversible and unchangeable.

I found faith in the realisation that the end of my ever changing story was many, many volumes in the eternal future.


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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS ~ 100 words on the pictured prompt ~ EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY


PHOTO-PROMPT Copyright Douglas M Mcilroy



 Every article, alive or dead, is physical matter made up of universal molecules, part of the whole. Each section has a unique story to relate. Every seashell was once a part of a life-form and has lived through a story. Timeless pebbles illustrate seas where waves washed and polished them over and over again. Empty wine and water bottles, beg the question, who consumed the contents? A timeless clock sits above the scene, displaying jumbled numbers obscuring the time. The artist constructed this work of art using driftwood from wrecks, and material from the seashore. Thereby hangs another tale.

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