A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ BOOK DROWNING

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BOOK DROWNING

by John Yeo

The sad thing was he never planned what happened. I mean literally, he was drowning his sorrows, after receiving the latest rejection letter from another unenlightened, uneducated, unrealistic, uninformed publisher.
      “Another Gin and Tonic. Please bartender.”
  “Yes Sir, ice and lemon?”
        “Yes thanks, heavy on the gin, light on the ice and just a dash of tonic. I need to make the bottle of tonic last all night.”
  “OK! Sir!”
          “Bartender, have you ever felt so shitty, that even dogs would turn their noses up at you?”
  “Beg your pardon, Sir?”
           “I have spent days, weeks, then months, working on a personal masterpiece of creative writing, only to be told that it is not quite right for publication, by several different ignoramuses! What do you think about that?”
The bartender shrugged animatedly as he went on,
         “No-one seems to care about the hard work and the pure dedicated effort that is required to put a piece of writing together. Another gin please! No make it a double. Just a splash of tonic from my tonic bottle please, and a tinkle of ice.”
  “OK, Sir.”
There was a huge tropical fish tank, covering a whole wall of this downtown bar, leading to a small pond on the terrace, people would sit staring at the tropical fish for hours just to relax, while taking a drink. He had never noticed this before and thought to himself, this must be where the expression, drinking like a fish comes from.
       “Bartender!”
  “Yes Sir!”
            “Charge my glass again with the same please! Do you ever have dreams that get smashed to pieces, then the rude awakening to a harsh reality. I think I may just have to rewrite the whole damn thing from the beginning again!”
  “Are you sure you will be OK! Sir.”
           “Of course! Thanks, I’m fine, pour me another, I’m stepping outside on the terrace to get some air.”
Then he unsteadily walked outside to a table and began to curse.
The bartender then heard a splash as a large paper envelope was unceremoniously dumped into the water.
The man then turned and left the bar.

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

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THE SCHOOL TRIP

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

Hosted by Priceless Joy.

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 is provided by pixabay.com (Free to use) photos

THE SCHOOL TRIP

by John Yeo

      “I tell you she’s dead, Cindy. Look she’s not moving, that’s
always a sure sign someone is dead.”
  “Don’t be silly Georgie, my Mum says dead people don’t wear clothes like that, dead people only wear ghost costumes.”
     “Even ghosts can change clothes Cindy, the teacher told me, some haunted houses have headless men, in olden-day clothes, haunting at night. How do we know if she’s dead or not? Maybe she’s a ghost who forgot to go home this morning.”
  ” Georgie. I’m scared, if she’s dead, we should tell someone. Maybe she’s been murdered. maybe we will get murdered if we tell. I want to get out of here!”
      “I’m scared too Cindy, Shall we go and find the man in the next room sitting in the chair watching all the visitors? Or shall we catch up with the teacher and the rest of the class?”

           “Hello children!” Came a ghostly voice from the very still lady, who seemed to wake up. “Are you being good?”
Cindy and Georgie screamed and ran away fast.

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

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ LAST MEAL

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LAST MEAL

by John Yeo

 “I would like to order please Waiter!”

        “Yes Sir! What can I get you?”

 “Hand me the menu please, Waiter! No! Not the regular menu, I want the special menu please.”

       “The special menu, Sir? Are you sure? Have you thought the whole thing through, and received the guidance that is often required before we serve a meal from the special menu!”

   “Waiter! Please don’t question my request. You are here to do a job, not to ask impertinent questions. Hand me the special menu. Please.”

       “Sorry Sir, I usually get a warning when someone is here to order from our special menu. I suppose management have overlooked that on this occasion.”

 “Waiter! I am not concerned with the subtle nuances of the behind-the-scenes management of your establishment. Hand me the special menu and I will place my order!”

     “Sorry Sir! It is essential that we receive payment in advance of the special meal, due to the circumstances and the difficulty involved in collecting payment. Shall I call the Manager, Sir?”

 “Look here Waiter! Are you insinuating that I am unable to pay the bill, I have never heard of money-up-front in a restaurant before. There is more than enough cash in this envelope here! Take it! I don’t need your Manager, I need food man! I need food quickly to speed the cessation of my hunger pains, with a quick release, by the gestation of the required special meal.”

     “Yes Sir! Here is the special menu. What can I get for you?”

  “Well Waiter, for an appetiser, I would like raw shredded Scorpions tails with a dash of sauce to ease the passage through the digestive system.
 Then for a starter I would like raw Rattlesnake fangs, served on a bed of salad garnished with very hot chilli peppers.
 Next a dish of fiery Tarantula soup with the fly-filled web containing an essence of deadly nightshade.
 Now, should it be required, for the very important main course. I would like. A lightly seasoned, raw whole Pufferfish served with fried toadstools and the stinging glands of a Portuguese man-of-war Jellyfish.”

      “Yes Sir! Would you like your meal to be served in the Chapel-Of-Rest, or on the terrace at the portals of Hells Kitchen?”

“Waiter! I don’t have any preference whatsoever. A private room will be fine. Call the wine-waiter please!”

“Yes Sir!”

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

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FLYING JEWELS

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing  challenge.

Hosted by Priceless Joy.

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. Thank you TJ!

FLYING JEWELS

by John Yeo

Two climbers were making their way along rugged, rocky slopes. The hills and valleys spread before them from little used trails, leading upwards, always upwards.
They turned into a large natural plateau covered by green succulent plants, containing a hidden valley, with a stream of pure clear water running through the rocky terrain.

“We will, pitch camp here for the night and rest up.” said Lloyd.

“Great!” Replied his best friend, Hamilton nodding in agreement.

They had been climbing for about three hours now and he was ready for a rest.
Chasing the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, the two friends were on holiday together searching for the rare flying jewels of Nepal.
After a few beers around the campfire and a meal from various tins they were soon asleep.
The next morning they knew they had reached their goal
Everywhere, as far as the eye could see the incredible Cactus plants had burst into a fantastic sea of succulent beauty, heavily scented floral splendour. They were covered in beautiful butterflies sipping nectar from these glorious blooms. The flying jewels had arrived.

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

(175 WORDS)

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ BABY’S FIRST PAYCHECK

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BABY’S FIRST PAYCHECK

by John Yeo

  Miriam gracefully swept into the world, to a fanfare of fantastic, futuristic, flashbulb popping, publicity, at the end of the twenty-first century.  When I say swept, this is a deliberate reference to the advanced state of healthcare and attention she had received, during her long sojourn, within her Mother’s womb.

  A celebrity before she was born, Miriam was a miracle child. The daughter of two successful superstars, of worldwide fame and notoriety, who had given up on the idea of children, Miriam would never lack for anything. During a happy contented childhood, spent mainly enjoying professional, hired, loving care and attention, with private tutors to provide her education, Miriam grew into a beautiful woman, with a unique personality.

 When she entered University, everything was done behind the scenes, to smooth her way, and ensure her safe progress.
 An inspired, well educated, self-assured young woman emerged, and announced to her stunned parents.
      “I am going to Africa, to help to relieve the people suffering from the curse of Ebola, by working as an auxiliary nurse. I have accepted a job with a private red-cross organisation.”

   There was uproar in the family, her Father was angry and refused to speak to her, then left to languish, liquidly, in his gentleman’s club, in town. Her Mother, in tears, called for her Psychologist, to transfer her despair, instantly on the consulting couch.

 Miriam flew to Africa to begin working as an auxiliary nurse.

  One month later a letter arrived addressed to Miriam’s parents. Father opened the envelope to reveal a cheque made out in the name of his daughter, for the princely sum of £100.00.

 His chest heaved, as he suppressed a tear, and with a smile of proud admiration, he read these few words, that were written on the reverse of the cheque, out loud to his wife.

     “Here is my very first Paycheck. I am, and I always will be your loving daughter. Miriam”

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

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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (46)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 19/10/2015, 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 Forty-Five
https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/10/14/mysterious-island-45/

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:

Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.”

Something’s not quite right here!’ He thought, ‘I get the distinct impression that someone is very close by watching me.’
Angelo had been to visit Isabella, and taken tea at her house in the Mango tree. As he stumbled along the forest path, the branches of the bushes and trees seemed to be reaching out to him, tearing his clothes, scratching his face, he could hear the sounds of vicious dogs close behind him, they seemed to be getting closer all the time. He climbed a large tree to hide and take refuge. Then there were gunshots, very close by his hiding place, followed by the sound of a pack of hounds, tearing and fighting over the flesh of a downed animal. Luigi was quenching his bloodlust by hunting helpless animals, and revelling in watching them get torn to pieces by his trained hounds.
Marg and Hillary were in London……..

(150 WORDS)

To be continued…..

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



PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ A HARSH REALITY

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

https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2015/10/11/picture-it-write-74/

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As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia.

PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ A HARSH REALITY

by John Yeo

     The very wealthy man had a vision, he approached the local authorities with a large sum of money, to be used for the good of the local people who still lived in the town where he grew up as a lad.

     The plan was for a green space, with flowerbeds, pretty shrubs, and trees where wild birds were able to perch and nest. Many benches were to be strategically set up, to allow elderly folk or mothers to rest while their children were at play. Waterfowl were to be encouraged to swim on the stream, flowing through this oasis of rest and tranquility and a yearly annuity would be set aside for the upkeep and maintenance of his dream.

    His plan was welcomed with open arms by the grateful folk, who served on the town council, and an agreement was quickly reached. The Mayor named the park after this very generous benefactor, and a statue of him was erected in a small enclosed garden in the centre of this beautiful green, open space, in memorium of his generosity.

     Ten years later there was an extraordinarily brutal killing in the town, and the news media were congregating at an overgrown, neglected, little-used open space set in the middle of an urban conurbation. A young lady was standing alone with tears streaming down her cheeks, amid the littered open area, in the centre of this rundown little park. Empty beer cans and plastic bags were everywhere under the rusted broken seats and carelessly tossed into a stream that was flowing through. A moss-covered, chipped and broken, unrecognisable statue had been overturned and upended into the water.

           “Why are you crying Miss?” Asked a hard-bitten seen-it-all news reporter.

      “I cry for the love of my Grandfather who had a dream that is now shattered and smashed by unthinking unashamed vandals. I cry for the visible drop in the standards of living, that allows the memory of a very caring man to be ground into the dirt and detritus of drink-sodden ne’er-do wells. Above all I cry for justice to be meted out to the killers of my beloved sister who was abused and murdered here in the very place where his dream came to fruition. God may have mercy on their vicious souls! “

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

MYSTERY CRUISE

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

Hosted by Priceless Joy.

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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Photo provided by Sonya, author of the blog, “Only 100 Words.” 

MYSTERY CRUISE

by John Yeo 

The magical mystery cruise aboard “Deutshland” was due to to set sail.
The passengers were all aboard. The only person who was totally aware of the destination was Captain Klaus.
Lord and Lady Rochester were travelling with their own personal butler. Many other members of the blue-blooded aristocracy from all over Europe were taking this mystery voyage. The Count and the Countess of Bravaria were also on board.
The celebrated, Frau Marples of fictional fame came aboard alone. The order to cast off was given by the Captain and the mystery cruise got underway. Two days later a body was discovered hidden in a lifeboat and Frau Marples was quickly summoned by Captain Klaus to help. Meanwhile his lordship identified the body as his butler. Several hours later, Frau Marples identified the murderer as Lord Rochester, who was arrested and placed under armed guard. Her ladyship was heartbroken at the death of the butler, as Frau Marples had predicted, when she proclaimed. “This time the butler was unable to do it!”

(172 WORDS)

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

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Know Thyself

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If you think about it, as we spend our days, as we live our lives, we meet people, make acquaintances, make friends. Some of these people stay with us for only a short period of time while others are around us for longer periods of time, but there is one person – and one person only – that you get to spend every single minute of your life with. And that one person is YOU. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you. So the idea of today: you might as well get to know yourself.

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