VIEWPOINT

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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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VIEWPOINT

by John Yeo

Officer Tom was puzzled at the disappearance of the owner of the cycle.
“Look!” said Mary Jones, “It must belong to some one. It’s been leaning up against that lamp-post for days! I think someone got off, climbed the wooden stairs, then just disappeared.”
“Hmm!” Police Constable Jones proceeded to write something in his notebook, then he asked, “Where do the stairs lead?”
“Up to the roof,!” replied Mary. “Why would anyone want to climb up to my roof?”
“Ah! I had better take a look on that roof.”
Soon an ambulance and a police car arrived. Two paramedics carried a figure on a stretcher down the stairs to the ambulance and he was taken to hospital followed by the police car.
Officer Tom then congratulated Mary.
“Madame, you have just saved the life of a peeping Tom. He had a serious fall on the rooftops a few days ago and was unable to move following a broken leg. He had some very expensive telescopes, and an amazing assortment of women’s underwear up there.

(175 WORDS),

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ACCIDENTAL GIFT

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A prompt response for Inspiration Monday

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ACCIDENTAL GIFT

by John Yeo

      Sally-Anne was always adamant that she would get her way, and she used every trick in her extensive repertoire of ploys, to engineer the result she wanted. Living the life of a picture-book that portrayed exactly the front she wanted the world to see, the world became her plaything.
 One sad day she was confined to the house with a severe lurgy, this dreaded lurgy kept her housebound and inactive for several months.
   Her doctor was at his wits end, trying to find the right combination of medication to counteract the infernal symptoms, but sadly, sharp-tongued Sally-Anne, didn’t respond to anything he prescribed.
         “Mrs. Wood,” he began, one memorable day, “I would like to try something really new; a revolutionary new treatment for this unusual variety of the dreaded lurgy, that we are battling against here.”
        “Yes please Doctor, anything to get my health and strength back again, my family are having to cope with my persistent problems.”
  Several days later she found herself on an operating-table, undergoing surgery performed by the world famous brain surgeon James Steele.
   The atmosphere could have been sliced with the proverbial butter knife! The manipulative madam had many underlying issues to contend with. Since heaven knows when, the problems with her ever-moving, ever mindful, reviewing and mistaken interpretation of many mundane issues had sadly overtaken the reality of her existence. Sally-Anne was a bright young woman who under normal circumstances would have gone a long way in life.
  The surgery was an incredible success and Sally-Anne became a well-respected, well-liked member of her community.
    Then one fateful day, her son started violin lessons at school and brought his instrument home to practice. Sally Anne was delighted and so proud of him.
   A few hours later, Sally-Anne idly picked the violin up and to her amazement, it felt familiar, as if it was an old friend. She began playing the most beautiful music, drawing her neighbours and people from the street to stop and listen.
     Word quickly spread around, and Sally-Anne eventually became a famous well loved violinist, respected the whole world over.
    The scientific community were incredulous and after much discussion it was decided that this was a wonderful accidental gift, an accidental side effect of her recent brain surgery.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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WORD PRESS ~ DAILY PROMPT. 13th DECEMBER 2015 ~ MY IRRATIONAL TASTE-BUDS ~

Hate to Love

 

Daily prompt on WordPress ~13th December 2015 ~ Hate to Love.

Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.

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MY IRRATIONAL TASTE-BUDS

by John Yeo

      I wish I could stop eating my friends!

 

     Many years ago, for purely altruistic reasons I decided to give up eating red meat. I decided to forego the debatable pleasures of eating Pork, Beef, Lamb, Venison, and all the associated concoctions that are devised by clever chefs and marketing men, made from the slaughtered bodies of these animals. No more thick juicy red steaks, no more shoulder of spring lamb, joints of pork, or beef; in future I vowed to eat a diet of just fish or fowl.

    Nowadays my tastes have changed completely and I stick rigidly to my diet of Fish or Fowl. I absolutely adore the succulent taste of slices of a well-roasted Turkey or Duck or a highly flavoured Chicken, cooked in a hot peri-peri sauce. Another delight for my taste buds is the Fish element of my diet, there is nothing quite like a well cooked and well flavoured fish dish. I love the taste of a whole grilled Sea Bass, a tasty Kipper, or freshly grilled Sardines served on toast with butter drizzled all over the top.

         Lately I am beginning to have many reservations and second thoughts about the Fowl element of my diet. I am a confirmed bird lover: All my life I have been fascinated with birds, of all shapes and sizes. I love birdwatching, and my garden has many bird feeders, that I keep topped up with sunflower seeds and fat-balls and I love to watch the birds as they feed. I also have several nest-boxes in the garden to encourage wild birds to breed and produce eggs, that eventually will hatch and grow into chicks.
  I am an inveterate bird-lover, I love everything about them, their beautiful plumage, their graceful flight and most of all the sound of their beautiful birdsong.

      Then Why? Why? Why, do I also love to eat my friends?
Eggs, cooked in a variety of ways are a mainstay of my daily diet. These are baby birds in a shell.

        I often rationalise to myself that the quality of life for farmed chickens is not worth living and they are probably very unhappy; raised in the intolerable circumstances they endure before they reach my table. In fact we always buy free-range eggs and free-range fowl whenever we possibly can.

      I hate the thought of beautiful game birds, raised and shot in the thousands simply for sport, yet we think nothing of buying and consuming a brace of pheasants from our local butchers shop, during the season.

     This is an indulgent pleasure that I will always be extraordinarily guilty about, as it is the total opposite to my inner feelings, to the point of becoming an irrational pleasure. I have come very close to stop eating fowl many times over the last few years, without success.

I really do wish I could stop eating my friends!

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Seasonal Sales Pitch

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Robert Brewer’s Poetry Prompts

“For today’s prompt, write a pushy poem. Maybe there’s a character in the poem who’s a little pushy, or maybe the poem is about pushing buttons or pushing people to do things. Or maybe the poem itself is a little pushy. Even animals can get pushy with other animals.”

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Seasonal Sales Pitch

By John Yeo

Come this way, step inside,
Your life will never be the same
After you invest.
Buy the product, quickly now,
Try the sensational luxuriousness.
The demand is high,
Everyone is after a slice of this.
Buy quickly, buy now,
Before the product sells out.

 

This is the seasons special star buy
The very latest in-thing.
Just what you have always wanted
Something you can never live without.
The news has spread all over town
Celebrities are purchasing these,
Everyone who is anyone.
Buy quickly, buy now,
Before the product sells out.

 

We have just a few left over,
From the peak of the sales boom.
We want to sell everything quickly
To make some valuable room.
I will make you a very special deal
Just for this very last week,
A bargain at half the usual price.
Buy quickly, buy now,
Before the product sells out.

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WORD PRESS ~ DAILY PROMPT 11th DECEMBER 2015 ~ IF I RULED THE WORLD ~

If I Ruled the World

Daily prompt on WordPress ~11th December 2015 ~ If I Ruled the World.
You’ve been given the superpower to change one law of nature. How do you use it?

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JUSTIN EQUALITY

by John Yeo

  The ruler scratched his head with disbelief, as the diminutive little person stood before him with his chest raised, trying to look fierce. He knew the awesome kingly power of his endless rule was under threat.
     “You say you have the power to change one of the laws of nature! Which law may I ask, are you able to alter and how?” asked the King.

      “My name is Justin Equality, I have been given the power to change the Law of Polarity. I am able to do away with the concept of positive and negative sides of an object or idea, and reveal the unique oneness of everything. There can be no more polar opposites. Good and evil, will become one entity, as will love and hate, peace and war. Each of the previous opposites will become one natural reality.”
  The King was very interested in this power, and his first thought was the relief that would come into effect, if there were no more wars, no more hate and a permanent absence of evil.
        “I would like you to put this change into effect immediately, and I will reward you handsomely if you manage to do away with war and hate.
The wars we are fighting all the time, cost our exchequer a fortune.”
  The King had a secret plan to remove Justin from the kingdom, once he had changed the Law of Nature.
       “Yes, this will be done immediately.” Justin Equality replied and stood very still and concentrated his mind on the heavens. There was a crash of thunder as two clouds collided.
 The King smiled as this signal for a new way of life sounded, and signalled to his guards to arrest Justin as planned. He was shaken to see that no one moved or took any notice of him.
      “I order you to arrest this man!” He shouted loudly, but no-one took any notice, in fact one of his previously very courteous courtiers, smiled at him, very familiarly, almost as if he was his equal.
  Justin then stepped forward with a friendly grin and said, “Look here my friend you are no longer any different than the man in the street now. You have authorised the change in the Law of Polarity, and there are now no Polar opposites. Light and dark, yes and no, energy and matter, and certainly no more rich and poor or king and subject.”

Justin Equality has just equalised everything.

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A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~DEPARTMENT OF SILENCE

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A prompt response for Inspiration Monday ~ Department of Silence

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DEPARTMENT OF SILENCE

by John Yeo

      Jim and Bill worked in the post room of St Mary’s a huge General Hospital. This was a busy challenging place to work, before the advent of computers. Ken on the post van would throw six sacks of mail on the loading bay, three times a day.
        “There you are boys! Another load to stop you two dropping off.”
  Laughing his head off as he drove away fast.
      “Thanks for nothing!” Jim shouted back with a grin.
 Then there was the internal mail coming in thick and fast, at all times of the day. Sometimes there would be a huge pile of unsorted mail, sitting on the bench, and both men would quickly get to work, clearing the backlog in no time.
     Bill was the detective of the two, there wasn’t a scrawling, squiggly example of a young busy Doctors handwriting, that could defeat him. Bill always found a home for the most obscurely addressed letter.

   One day there was an unusual package addressed to the head of the “Department of Silence.” Jim picked it up first and said to Bill.
         “This is certainly one for you to work out! There’s no such department here that I know of!”
        “Ah! Hmm!” murmured Bill, “I can think of several places this could be destined for. Either the Sleep Clinic, the Acoustics lab, The Audiology and Hearing loss department, the Chapel, or in my opinion, this is meant to send us to the silence of the hospital Mortuary.”
          “Wow!” Jim exclaimed. “I had better call security to get the bomb squad in. Let’s get out of here!”
 Soon the hospital was drowned in the combined sirens of the emergency services.
   After a total evacuation of the building, an army officer removed the package and ordered a controlled explosion in the hospital grounds.
           The officer in charge congratulated Bill and Jim on a quick thinking response. “Well done! How did you guess that was a suspicious package?”

           “It was the address that gave it away,” said Bill quietly. “Silence is not only golden, it is virtually impossible to achieve in a busy hospital.
I thought at first they meant department of Science, but that’s all over the place in here.”

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AFTERNOON TEA

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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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AFTERNOON TEA

by John Yeo

  The ladies of the local WI were taking afternoon tea in a very busy tourist area of the city. The sun shone beautifully as many people strolled by enjoying the pleasures of a peaceful afternoon.
  That was before the siren of an approaching ambulance in the distance, broke the spell. The ambulance was unable to get through, as the pathway was too narrow. A crowd quickly gathered around a young woman who was lying on the ground obviously in the later stages of her pregnancy.
      Doris quickly left her WI friends at the table and leapt into action. “Get hot water and towels from the restaurant! Quickly” she shouted. Soon the hearty cries of a new-born child could be heard as Doris calmly exclaimed.
        “It’s a girl.”
   Later when the paramedics finally arrived, Doris explained she had been a midwife for thirty years during her working life.
      “I’m going to name my baby Doris, after you.” said the grateful young Mum.
   “No don’t do that, she wont thank you for that.” Laughed Doris.

(174 WORDS)

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WORD PRESS ~ DAILY PROMPT ~8th DECEMBER 2015 ~ POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME

Pour Some Sugar on Me

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POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME

By John Yeo

The man in the black mask and cloak raced across the roof tops and silently jumped between two close buildings. Far below, there was a distant sound of screeching sirens as the emergency services arrived at the building he had just left. The man smiled, and continued moving randomly between several more buildings, then he opened a rucksack and donned a white coat. Placing the mask and cloak with a pair of black gloves inside the bag, he calmly walked down a metal fire-escape into the hospital below.

“Good evening, Dr Airy,” said a harassed looking Sister. “Sorry I can’t stop. We have an emergency on the ward.”

“Good evening! Please go ahead, I am on my way to my office, if I am required, I am carrying the bleep tonight.”

“Yes Doctor!”

There had been a serious incident earlier in the evening, the Doctor was informed by his colleague, Dr Jenny Fergusson.
“An intruder wearing black, has entered the canteen and mysteriously stolen a massive quantity of sugar.”

“Sugar!” Dr Airy echoed. As his ears suddenly started growing and facial hair began sprouting rapidly on his cheeks.

Startled, Dr Jenny exclaimed, “Doctor! Your appearance is physically changing! What is happening to you?”

“I’m afraid I am unsure, Dr. Fergusson, Please pick up that sugar bowl there, and pour it over my face. I am undergoing a phsyical change, since I started treating a patient with a radioactive disease. My protective clothing was pulled off by the aggressive patient. I have discovered that the only antidote is the application of sugar.”

“Certainly Doctor, or whoever you are now.” said the mischievous Dr. Ferguson. Pressing the alarm button.
Two orderlies dashed in and removed the now unrecognisable Doctor to the Psychiatric unit, where he remains to this day.

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WORD PRESS ~ DAILY PROMPT ~7th DECEMBER 2015 ~ SORRY, I’M BUSY

Sorry, I’m Busy

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SORRY, I’M BUSY

by John Yeo

They were locked in the kitchen of a remote farmhouse in the hills. A farm in the deepest valley, where the crystal clear water ran down the hills into a lake.
The food supplies were finished and the pains were gnawing at his stomach. Jodie, his little sister, kept passing out in a dead faint, she would come round with tears in her soulful eyes and look appealingly at him. There was nothing he could do, since their Mum and Dad had been killed, no-one had been to the house. The bodies were still lying on the floor where the robbers had left them. He had tried to get a line out on the phone only to find the robbers had ripped the wires away and disconnected the telephone. Then, he discovered a mobile phone next to his parents bed, he hadn’t noticed it lying there before and he pressed a button that dialled his Uncles number. The ringing tone was answered by a recorded voice that kept repeating, “Sorry, I’m busy, right now. Please leave your message and I will get back to you later!” “Sorry, I’m busy, right now…………

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My heartfelt tribute to a very special person

  When I first heard the news of the death of my special friend Barb, we were out of range of an Internet connection and I will never forget the feelings of frustration as I was unable to express my grief and genuine heartfelt sorrow at the loss of a very special part of my life. Although we had never met each other, it was a great pleasure , communicating with her on a weekly basis through our writing, and my regular responses to her excellent writing prompts. I already sadly miss her and her family of writers. We were saddened this week to hear of a death in our family, and we both sincerely sympathise with her husband and family in their tragic loss. God rest her soul in peace, she will always be surrounded by the deep affection of many writers around the world who were inspired by her prompts, her support, and the wonderful way she always finished with the words “Be Well!”

She will be sadly missed by Marg and I. Rest in peace my friend.

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