Friday Fictioneers ~ The Loan shark

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!

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PHOTO PROMPT– Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

THE LOAN SHARK

by John Yeo

The taste of power and control is irresistible. The predators will always seek new prey to satisfy their lust. The loan-shark wove his net very densely and succinctly to tempt his clients. His velvet silky tone masked the danger. “Let me help you” he smiled as he invited his unsuspecting clients into his web of debt. I can help you to be free from care and worry. He then proceeded to suck the life-blood from his prey, slowly drawing the matter out with his professional fangs, slowly feeding from the unwitting, unwilling carcass of a once living, breathing, trusting entity.

100 words ~ In response to a prompt on ~ http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com

Written by John Yeo © All rights reserved

Magic on the Moor

MISTY~ GLARING~ ALIVE
Three Word Wednesday
Write something based on and including these three words

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MAGIC ON THE MOOR

by John Yeo

As he began his search, the darkness descended very quickly on the moor. It was very misty and it quickly became almost impossible to see the path ahead.
He became more and more worried about Sarah, who had stormed off out into the night, from their isolated cottage on the moor, after a tiff. He turned on the flashlight and found the glaring beam reflected the light back at him from the thick mist that enveloped everything on both sides of the path. Suddenly he tripped over a log on the path. His heart started beating very fast as he realised he had stumbled over soft flesh, then he realised he had stumbled over a body lying aross the path.
“Sarah”! He shouted, when he recognised her red hair and her face became visible.
“David” she murmured, as she stirred, “I tripped and fell and I have hurt my leg”.
“Thank God you are alive!” He exclaimed, “Let me help you home.”
He put his arms around her, holding her up with his shoulder. They hobbled back along the path to the warmth of the cottage.

Written by John Yeo (c) ~ All rights reserved

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Five Sentence Fiction~TRUST

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: TRUST

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

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ALTERNATIVE MEDICINE

The Doctor gave Mother a thorough examination, hoping against hope that his suspicions were wrong.
He looked grim after he had studied the results, the cancer had spread uncontrollably.
Mother smiled benignly, without fully understanding the gravity of the situation.
“Don’t worry dear, have no fear, I will still be here next year.
I trust in God and my horoscope, the tea leaf pictures are very clear, I will win the lottery of life.”

Written by John Yeo (c) All rights reserved  

Picture it and write ~~ His Best Friend

This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog.
https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/12/14/picture-it-write-48/
As always the image is provided and credited by Ermilia

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HIS BEST FRIEND
by John Yeo

 He sat on a bench in the orchard, savouring the beauty of a magical spring. The blossom from the tree above drifted down on him as his thoughts drifted over the sad news that had hit him like a sledge-hammer. 
 He smiled inwardly as he contrasted the gentle brush of the falling petals on his skin with the thought of a brutal sledge-hammer. The news had been devastating, ripping through his mind and tearing his world apart. He knew life would never, could never, be the same again. Less than a year, the specialist had said, he could not suppress a tear, then he was suddenly sobbing uncontrollably. 
 Why? They had been inseparable, never seen apart, very good friends from day one. Then his trusty four-legged friend slowly hobbled towards him and gently placed his paws on his knees. Looking up at him with soulful eyes, he licked his masters hand as if to say: Good-bye is never really Good-bye. Suppressing the tears, he patted and smoothed his faithful friend’s fur, then stroked the old dogs head. The petals continued to fall, covering the bench and the ground below the seat as living tears.

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Friday fictioneers ~ Water wars

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!

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Image provided and credited by Friday Fictioneers

WATER WARS 

by John Yeo  ©

The river became a stream when the water was diverted to the factory farm. The local smallholders were up in arms as the water supply began to dry up. War was declared on the rich family who owned the huge farm. When a massive explosion blew the dam to smithereens, a body was discovered floating face down among the detritus revealed by the low water and the residue of the explosion. When police were summoned by the farmer to investigate the crime, the farmer was arrested for constructing an illegal dam and causing death by negligence. Water wars began again. 

PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ CONTROLLING POWER

This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog.
https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2014/12/07/__picture-it-write-96/
As always the image is provided and credited by Ermilia~Resin stacking rings by daimblond

Ermilia~ Rings

CONTROLLING POWER

by John Yeo

 Micro science was radically altering the way of life of the Human race. This amazing blend of physics and science, moulded to new discoveries in the fields of psychology and biology, led to many new discoveries that were still unfolding. Waves of the new power obtained from the elusive dark matter that surrounds us all in the new dimension, allowed the Human race to achieve miracles with new scientific advances. Enormous amounts of knowledge could be stored in tiny rings that were archives which could be accessed simply by thought power, allowing instant access to the answers to many fields of enquiry. The thought rings were distributed to all young people when they reached the age of thirteen, where they replaced the old-fashioned education system.

 Dickus was a rogue scientist who developed a secret control ring, that would be able to control the thoughts of everyone wearing a thought ring. In a slow insidious way he became master of the ringed society, and immediately ordered all children to be ringed at birth with the developmment  of new materials that would expand wlth time and growth. A new God was worshipped as Dickus was both cruel and ruthless in his use of these limitless powers. One day an alien spacecraft arrived and landed in the newly created lush green forest that was once the Sahara desert. The aliens were returning Human spacemen and their families who had been travelling around the outer reaches of the known universe for centuries. Dickus could see danger and began to create weapons to wipe out the newcomers, who of course did not wear thought control rings. Dickus invited the leaders of the space families to his palace, to commune with them about the wonders of the rings, with their access to vast stores of unlimited knowledge. The sage old leader who could see many zombie-like people, obedient to Dickus’s every command, refused. Drawing his old fashioned ray-gun, he shot and killed the dictator, cut his finger off and threw both finger and ring into the deepest part of the ocean. The body of this evil monster was then publicly burned never to return. The population immediately woke from their enforced trance and removed the thought control rings. New methods of learning and culture were developed and many years of happy contentment followed.

Meanwhile in a remote laboratory in a cave hidden deep in the rockiest mountains, a cryogenically stored clone of Dickus stirred, as a computer generated robot began to adjust the temperature.

(to be continued)

 

Copyright (c) Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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“A Rude Awakening”~~~by John Yeo

LETHARGIC~ BLUNT~ DRUNK Three Word Wednesday Write something based on and including these three words

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A Rude Awakening

by John Yeo

The day was murky.  and grey, I felt out of the rhythm and flow of life. There was no question about it, I was feeling lazy and very lethargic. I stumbled on a loose paving stone, Tripped and fell As unsteady in body as I was in mind. A kindly passer-by helped me up to gain my balance. “Don’t worry dear we all get drunk now and again!” Shocked, I snapped. “Thank-you for your unthoughtful words! I don’t drink!” Then I was sorry for being so blunt, Without thought or gratitude for her help. I apologised and she smiled. Somehow I was not feeling lethargic any more. Very sharp and thoughtful.

© Written by John Yeo All rights reserved

Mysterious Island ~ (1)

PART One and Part Two below

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 08/12/2014, 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.

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The image is supplied and credited by “Monday’s finish the story”

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND

by John Yeo

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Donning her fins and snorkel she headed out into the deep water.

She entered the water making as little splash as possible to avoid alerting the guards on the mysterious island. Her mission was to steal a very valuable painting that had been stolen from a London art gallery and was now part of an eccentric millionaire’s private collection. Reaching the shore, she checked a waterproof canvas tube slung over her shoulders and unfastened an infra-red torch from her belt. Making her way to the centre of the island she encountered no guards and to her great surprise the door at the rear of the mansion was unlocked.

Creeping silently through the dark mansion she found what she was looking for and took her knife out from the sheath attached to her belt, to cut the picture from the frame.

Suddenly light blazed out.  A smiling man pointing a gun right at her said. “Welcome little mermaid, we have much to discuss.

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Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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Written for: http://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2014/12/08/mondays-finish-the-story-december-8th-2014/

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I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story~15/12/2014 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.

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The image is supplied and credited by “Monday’s finish the story”

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (2)

by John Yeo

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They say that life is a game of chess.

This was illustrated very clearly by her present predicament. Marg froze as she stood staring at the pistol held by someone who’s picture she had only ever seen in newspapers and on the television news.

“I have been expecting you. Our mutual friend has now departed in the yacht. I have been following your progress. You are a very brave lady, but greed is a very powerful motivator”. Marg could do nothing  to bluff her way out of this crazy situation as she realised she had been used as a pawn in a much larger game. “What do you want?” She stammered, full of questions. “Why Me? Why go to a lot of trouble to entice me here? I am only an ordinary person. I have nothing, I was hired to come here by your colleague!”

“Just a minor inconvenience my dear we needed to test your courage and resilience”~

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(149 words) To be continued ~~~~~~

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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Written for:~ http://mondaysfinishthestory.wordpress.com/2014/12/15/mondays-finish-the-story-december-15th-2014/

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THE COPPER KETTLE~~Velvet Verbosity~100 word challenge

THE COPPER KETTLE

by John Yeo

Grandma possessed a highly polished dented copper kettle, very well-used. We enjoyed our tea in the days before she passed away. We children would swear it was a magic kettle. One day we were playing in the kitchen when a very fierce looking dog entered the open door, snarling and growling with huge yellow teeth. Grandma used some magical words, grabbed the copper kettle from the hot stove and threw it at the dog, shouting these unfamiliar words. The dog yelped and fled. Grandma made us promise to never use these magical words as we would be in serious trouble. 

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100 words in response to the latest challenge

on the word “Kettle”

(c) Written by John Yeo
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