THE HAIRDRESSER

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.
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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 to Etol Bagam for our photo prompt this week.

THE HAIRDRESSER

by John Yeo

 The treasure map was clearly marked with a cryptic clue. Dan reached the shore of a very strange Island, they began hacking their way to the interior of the jungle covered Island. Eleanor ran a comb through her hair and kept behind Dan as he cleared a path. Eleanor was studying the map closely
  “We must head due South West Dan, until we reach what looks like a waterfall.”
    “OK Eleanor! We should be there within the hour.”
Eleanor patted the loose curls on her head and kept to the path.
Suddenly there was a sound of water crashing to the ground from a great height. The sound got louder and louder as they approached a huge double waterfall.
They both gasped in amazement.
Eleanor shouted to Dan. “The treasure is in a cave behind the exact spot where the two falls merge.”
Eleanor combed her hair flat and donned a wetsuit.
Dan watched as she fearlessly dived into the raging waters and emerged with a haversack of Inca jewels.
Eleanor bought a hairdressing business.

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COMPETITION ENTRY ~ 29th July 2015

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Image © John and Margaret

DIALOGUE WITH A DAISY

by John Yeo

 The garden was a mess, there had been an incredible North wind overnight that savagely blew everything to bits. I leaned on my spade and surveyed the damage, branches and leaves had been ripped from our trees and were lying everywhere.
  Then out of nowhere a tiny voice whispered ‘Please don’t tread on me!’
Shaken, as I knew I was totally alone, I wheeled around in surprise.
  ‘I’m down here! Next to your incredibly large foot.’
I looked down to find there was nothing there except Dandelions, Daisies and Grass.
   ‘I can’t see you! If you are real and not a figment of my imagination make yourself visible!’ I declared.
At this point I seriously doubted my sanity.
  ‘Look again! I am the good looking one with the purest white petals and a yellow heart of gold’
Stunned, I was now certain madness loomed and I was headed for hospital, I made to get away from there fast.
   ‘No! Don’t go please, I would love to talk to you about many things. I have been watching you very closely. Why do you work so hard, and worry so much?’
I thought, Why should I be worried about one small insignificant voice claiming to be a natural being.
  ‘What do you mean by petals and a yellow heart? Do you mean to say you are a common Daisy? If so, I can’t tell one of you from another, you all look the same to me!’
The tiny Daisies voice reflected a note of annoyance as it politely stated.
  ‘Less of the common, Big-Feet. We have a unique way of survival that excludes individuality and we are rooted here as one. Funny though, I can never differentiate the different clodhoppers that stomp around and squash our leaves and petals!’
   ‘Listen Daisy, if you actually are a talking flower how did you acquire the language I use, and how do you manage to express yourself? You ask me why I work so hard, I have to say the garden would quickly go to rack and ruin if I stood rooted to the spot like a daisy!’
  ‘My language skills are a result of much study of your people’s thought patterns and I am the result of much floral cross-breeding. We have very friendly relations with your newborn babies and we mingle our minds with them and learn your language as they learn language.’
  ‘That’s amazing!’ I shouted to the array of daisies around my feet,
I was desperately trying to identify which of the numerous daisies was actually responsible for the conversation. I wanted to dig it up and put it in a pot to take indoors and perhaps have many deep inter-species conversations.
 Then I heard a sound that was suspiciously like a giggle coming from the vicinity of my neighbours fence. Then a chuckle was clearly evident leading to an embarrassing roar of laughter, that led to enormous fits of laughter. My face became bright red as I realised the implication of these odious sounds.
 Realisation dawned as I remembered my neighbour was a ventriloquist and very skilled at throwing his voice.

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This piece of writing was written as a competition entry to demonstrate aspects of learning on a creative writing course’
I chose to demonstrate Dialogue.

MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (34)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 27/07/2015, 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, not including the given opening sentence.
The link below takes you to Part Thirty-Three

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/07/21/mysterious-island-33/

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:

He thought he found the perfect hiding spot.”

Marg laughed out loud when this cryptic message was delivered to her iPhone, from Hillary, her PA and partner in the UK. Her favourite feline was creating havoc in the house as usual.

The smile quickly died when she realised this message had a dual interpretation. The fake Professor was back in England and revealing much, he was making a deal with the Brigadier’s office and warning against the operation at Miners Hill.
“It’s a very sophisticated trap, financed by drug money”

Meanwhile as the team approached the target from several different directions with a fusillade of fire power, including hand-held rocket launchers, they moved in on the attack. The fighting was fierce as the ground teams moved in. Marg and her team with Delphine at the controls of the little bird helicopter, were shocked to hear the news that Paul Strang’s helicopter was shot down and missing.

(149 Words)

To be continued …..

The link below takes you to Part Thirty-Three
https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/07/21/mysterious-island-33/

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DEATH ON THE ROCKS

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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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This week’s photo prompt is provided by TJ Paris.

DEATH ON THE ROCKS

by John Yeo

How is the signal today?” Asked George, “I have ordered several items on-line.”
“The monthly post boat has been, but there was no sign of anything,” replied his wife the Professor.
Lorraine was very learned, she was responsible for many on-line seminars
“We will take the launch into town and check up with the post office,” said George. “Darling is it safe to leave the house unguarded? I know we are isolated here, but you never know.”
“Don’t be so silly George, there are only rocks and fish on all four sides of the house.”
” I have heard some nasty stories of pirates invading these isolated islands!”
On their return after visiting the mainland there was a serious incident.
Next day the headlines on the mainland newspapers screamed…….

FOUR DEAD IN AN ATTEMPTED ARMED ROBBERY ON AN ISOLATED ISLAND.
CRAZED HISTORY PROFESSOR GUNS DOWN FOUR.
The Professor and her husband are helping police with their enquiries having had medical treatment for shock.

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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (33)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 20/07/2015, 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, not including the given opening sentence.

The link below takes you to Part Thirty-Two

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/07/14/mysterious-island-32/

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:

“The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.”

“What sort of an event?” Marg enquired.
They had encountered an old man on the track. This man was a guide and was describing the inhabitants of the Miners Hill complex. He produced a copy of a hieroglyphical representation of petroglyphs scratched on the wall of a cave discovered in the area before the miners arrived. The event referred to a very bad omen that frightened the original inhabitants away. This limited the teams choice of a guide.
Paul Strang and Delphine were to fly two little bird helicopters and land some specially selected operatives. One approaching from the north and the other from the south. Col Jack and Paul would lead the north party and Marg with Delphine would take the south approach. Don Fernando with Bella and her team would first make a frontal assault and attack the complex grabbing the attention of the guards.
A warning sounded …..

(150 Words)

To be continued …..

The link below takes you to Part Thirty-Two

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/07/14/mysterious-island-32/

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Picture it and Write ~ ESCAPING THE NET

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

https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2015/07/19/picture-it-write-65/

Ermilia ~fish-face-illusion

Original image found at The Design Work.

As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia

ESCAPING THE NET

by John Yeo

“There is something fishy afoot, or should that be a-fin,” exclaimed Inspector Haddock. “I have heard that fish have been disappearing by the million.”
“Cods wallop,” replied his scaly scavenging partner Scallop, “I believe the shoals have swum off to the watery wastes of the Western Med. escaping into the shiny brine, illuminated by a watery sun.”
“There are stories of mass kidnapping, with unwary shoals getting scooped up by the billion.” Chorused a group of herring, “Our families have been devastated and we have searched high and low for an answer!”
“I believe we have a suspect, and I have a mug shot here. A very dangerous looking fishy character indeed! Take a look here!” Intoned Haddock to the assembled tiddlers.
“Phew!” A new voice gurgled. From the gills of a flatfish, one of many at the meeting. “What an ugly looking shark!”
“Is he all there?” Questioned a flounder on the sidelines of the meeting. “Looks to me like a fishy character with a dual personality.”
“Ah, Yes.” replied the Inspector. “You can always tell a criminal, no meat on his bones, and the expression of distaste in the fishy looking eyes.”
“I believe this is an image of a dual fish-brained entity from the watery wastes of an alien sea. Look at the odd-shaped metallic eyebrows, obviously an unusual type of flying fish.”
The meeting was abruptly brought to an end as a huge net drifted into the vicinity scooping up many varieties of fish.
The Inspector and Scallop rapidly fled as tiny undigested fish bones rained from above.

Ermilia ~fish-face-illusion

Original image found at The Design Work.

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

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MELTING A HEART OF ICE

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

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The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

Ice Swan

photo prompt is provided by Sonya O.

MELTING A HEART OF ICE

by John Yeo

I stood there admiring the workmanship that had gone into sculpting the ice to perfect this amazing ice sculpture.
“I am here to help you!” came a clear distinct voice from the ice. “I have very little time here before I melt away into the rivers of time.”
I stepped back in astonishment. “How can a block of ice talk?” I stammered.
“I am here as a result of a wish granted to a young lady, to melt the heart of an icy block-headed, cold-hearted idiot.”
The swan wiped away water with an icy wing, melting from its eyes almost like tears.
“Why me?” I asked? “I know of only one lady I would like to get close to, but she shows no interest.”
The melting swan sighed as the water gradually melted the ice, and the voice became almost inaudible.
“You are both very shy, we swans do not suffer from shyness.”
Then as the trickle of icy water became a flood. A whisper came from the water.
“Go and get her you fool!”

(175 Words)

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