TUESDAY 30th JUNE 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..


by John Yeo

The assembled gathering were sombre to say the least, the sheriff took the prayer book in his hands and said.

    ‘The Colonel was a fine man who deserved everything he had achieved.’

The councillors and the local dignitaries all agreed that there’d never lived a finer man than Colonel Luke.

   ‘The Colonel was a devout man full of Christian charity, when he left every penny of his legacy to the town. The money will go towards feeding the poor and educating the children.’

A voice rose from the rear of the assembly.

    ‘He was a racist slave driver who made money out of the very people he is bettering.’

There was a chorus of assent from the gathering.

  The priest intoned the words of the last two verses from the gospel according to St. Luke.

Colonel Luke’s body was consigned to the flames of the crematorium.

The feelings of the townsfolk were mixed, love and pride mixed with hate and abhorrence. Goodbye Colonel Luke.

‘May you rot in the embers of the fires.’ 

© Written by John Yeo.



This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..


by John Yeo

Pantrus was one of the lesser Greek Gods. He knew he was immortal, but he’d fallen in love with a mortal and wanted to make her as immortal as he was. He introduced her to the substance of immortality and when the Gods heard of this they were extremely angry. When Pantrus realised his error, he ran away and took a trip through time to the twentieth century.

 When he woke he found himself in a lodging house in Brixton in the centre of London. Millie the landlady was from the West Indies.

‘Oh you’ve woken up, you were very tired when you arrived at the door last night.’

Pantrus could instantly communicate with her as he was an immortal God with extensive powers.

 ‘Yes, of course, I wanted to land in a place of security. 

Where am I?’

‘You will be safe here alright Sir. We are a very peaceful family. 

The strange gold coins you presented when you arrived should pay the rent for ages. What would you like for breakfast?’

Pantrus thought for a moment and said, ‘I would like a glass of nectar and some ambrosia please. Then I will explore the area.’

Ten minutes later Millie came back with a tray containing a cup of tea and some rice pudding.’

‘What’s this?’ asked Pantrus irritably. ‘I will not eat this strange substance.’

Millie looked puzzled and said, ‘That’s Ambrosia rice pudding and the nearest I could get to nectar.’

‘Take it away!’ Pantrus shouted.

© Written by John Yeo 



by John Yeo

  The play had gone down badly. Jason was in disgrace. ‘What happened to the lighting halfway through the performance?’ asked the theatre manager.

The director and the cast were non-committal, blunt and absolutely rude. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife.

Jason the leading man had actually re-written the script and made some unwelcome advances to Marlene, the leading lady.

 ‘You were drunk! You fool. No wonder Marlene slapped you and screamed the house down when the lights went out, that was never a part of the script. You’re fired! 

(91 WORDS)

© Written by John Yeo


SUNDAY 28th JUNE 2020

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.

Which can be found by following the link below..


by John Yeo

We are off to visit the Sealife aquarium today. Both the children are excited and the atmosphere is charged.

 ‘Mum will there be real sharks swimming there? We’ve only ever seen them on the television.’ asked Billy.

‘Of course there will be sharks and lots of other kinds of fish. When you walk through the aquarium tunnels underwater, they’ll be swimming over your heads.’

 Milly, their eight year old couldn’t wait to meet a special fish.

‘I dreamed about Tilly, a tuna fish who had twins and they swam all over the place in the seas around the British isles.’

 ‘Don’t be silly Milly, tuna fish aren’t found here, they live in the oceans far away from here.’

 ‘My Tilly lives in my head Billy and I can place her wherever I want her to be.’

Billy said to Milly, 

‘If I had a dream about Tilly the tuna I wouldn’t eat the sandwiches Mum has made for lunch.’

 Milly cried, to think Tilly had died and Billy ate the tuna sandwiches.

© Written by John Yeo





by John Yeo



It was just intellectually incredible


When the super poem came together,


The reaction would surely be inevitable.



The first few drafts absolutely disposable


The meaning cloaked with words so clever


It was just intellectually incredible.



A polished accomplishment purely sensual


An approach to the heart with love forever


The reaction would surely be inevitable.



The words made sense, a beautiful parable


Designed from the heart bringing pleasure,


It was just intellectually incredible.



The mutual attraction was unbelievable


Two hearts joined, never to sever,


The reaction would surely be inevitable.



A super display with love conceptual


A loving lifeline with words to treasure.


It was just intellectually incredible


The reaction would surely be inevitable.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.




by John Yeo

Mary just adored them and did everything in her power to preserve the magical Marigolds that grew along the borders of her garden. She would water them daily, even when it rained. One day there was a loud knocking at the door. Mary went to open it and there didn’t seem to be anyone around, just a huge bunch of sweet smelling gold coloured Marigolds. 

‘Wonderful!’ She thought, ‘My favourite flower, they smell so freshly cut and they look so good. I must put them in a vase straight away.’

Shortly after there was another knock on the door and when Mary answered, she saw the local postman with a card in his hand.

‘Here you are Ma’am, someone has remembered it’s Valentine’s Day and sent you a card.’

‘How do you know.’ asked Mary.

‘Easy said the postman, there are kisses and hearts all over it.’

Mary smiled and opened the card immediately when she was alone, sure enough it was a Valentine’s Day card with beautiful Marigolds all over it.

 Mary wondered who the unsigned card was from.

Later that day she met Bob, the greengrocer in town and oddly he had a large Marigold in his lapel.

Mary smiled , yet still the penny hadn’t dropped until Bob blushing said to her.

‘I love your Marigolds Mary, your garden is as beautiful as you.’

Then it was Mary’s turn to blush as Bob handed her a bunch of Marigolds with an engagement ring in a box.

‘Please marry me Marigold Mary.’

© Written by John Yeo 


FRIDAY 26th JUNE 2020


by John Yeo 

George entered the surgery and waited by the reception desk. He was a large overweight man in his early forties, he was conspicuously wearing an anorak with the hood up. Ruth the red headed receptionist bustled in from the room behind the reception area.

‘Can I help you?’ she enquired,

‘Beg pardon?’ George replied.


‘Yes of course! I have an appointment with Dr,Green.

‘Take a seat! Ruth said rather loudly, she was wondering if this patient had a hearing problem.

A few minutes later the buzzer sounded and George made his way in to keep his appointment.

‘What seems to be the trouble?’ enquired the doctor.

‘ Well, Doctor, I’m hearing things.’ Said George.

‘What sort of things?’

George said, ‘Noises, like a train on the tracks.’

‘Ah!’ said the Doctor, sounds like Tinnitus. Let’s have a look at your ears.’

‘’Yes please Doctor, it’s like being on an endless railway journey’

© Written by John Yeo



by John Yeo

Wally and Mike were off to visit an illegal rave-up. Free music with all their online friends in the local park.

‘Wally, look at all the people here! Hey! Carol and Gloria. How are you both.’

Gloria pushed her long blonde hair out of her eyes and smiled. ’We’re good aren’t we Carol.’

‘Yes!’ giggled Carol, ‘We sneaked out and got here as soon as we heard about the rave.’

Mike interjected with, ‘ My Dad was a bit funny because of this virus thing that’s going around, but everyone says it’s only a scare and not worth worrying about.’

‘Yes!,’ said Wally, ‘We can enjoy ourselves and hope for the best.’

The four friends had a wonderful time dancing the night away. It 

It wasn’t until later that they realised that the whole thing had been televised and their parents were sure to see it on the news.

All hell broke loose when they got home. Wally said to his Dad

‘It should be alright as we are too young to catch it.’

I hope so for your sake! You’re grounded anyway.’ Shouted his Dad

It wasn’t until his Grandad was in hospital they both realised how stupidly shallow those hopes had been.

© Written by John Yeo



by John Yeo

‘What’s Walancha?’ Asked the English student.
‘What do you mean by what’s Walancha?’
‘ Well, this prompt setter M, has given a cue for a prompt including the word Walancha. ‘The Window to Walancha.’
Mr Sampson wiped his forehead, actually his whole head was a shiny dome, since his wife had shaved all his hair off during a dream.
‘Walancha,’ he mused, you say there’s a window involved?’
I can’t say I’ve come across this word. It sounds just like a place I once knew in the Himalayas. Tibetan monks used a high resolution mirror to reflect the sun into the eyes of their initiates. Thus inducing a state of mind known as Walancha.’
‘Oh!’ Exclaimed the student ‘Walancha is an altered state of consciousness that can only be reached by getting dazzled.’
‘Exactly!’ Sampson replied.

© Written by John Yeo


TUESDAY 23rd JUNE 2020


  The professor was a well known entomologist he had lectured all over the world in most of the prestigious universities. In the jungles of Borneo, he met a local guide called Mojo and together they trekked through some impenetrable jungle searching for a new legendary example of insect life. A life of an unknown species.

‘Listen Mojo, we’re looking for a golden mosquito, that is a pure yellow golden colour   But we have to be wary we don’t get bitten as Madness will surely follow.’

 Later Mojo raced back from the densest part of the jungle with a dead insect clinging to his bare arm

‘Yai! Yai! I am now the one God and hate everybody, Mosquitoes will rule the world one day. Let’s all die together!’

The Professor was bemused as he pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his knapsack, secured Mojo and carefully removed the  dead yellow insect.  

 © Written by John Yeo.