ASHES

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ASHES

by John Yeo

    The form of transport to reach the solar exterior was incredible, a cross between an ice making-machine and a reforming, non-inflammatory stage.     

     The Rock group would have their images projected into space, where the performance was relayed by satellite.

     Earth in the sixties was a melting pot of music. A furnace of scorching mesmerising ideas. The message was in the music with money to burn. The lead singer was a showman with more than vocal magic to entertain his millions of followers. This man was capable of using magical means, disappearing in a puff of smoke then reappearing in his flesh and blood form instantaneously. The audience were raised to heights of illusory reality, the lead singer was belting out the scorching themes of fantasy. The stage and the auditorium were suddenly plunged into pitch black darkness as the lights went down and fire broke out, leaving a burning guitar blazing in the centre of the stage. Sadly the singer perished in flames generated by solar heat the guitar continued to burn. The trick backfired.

 

(175 WORDS)

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FRIDAY NIGHT

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FRIDAY NIGHT

by John Yeo

    Bill entered the  bar and spat on the wooden floor. A gooey green mess landed at the feet of a woman, seated at a wooden table.  The heavy makeup she wore hid the hard, world-weary face.  Bill, adjusted his trousers, balanced on an ample waistline. Lank, greasy black hair hung beneath a grubby hat.
  “What the heck? You dirty, lousy, good for nothing!” Lucy spat right back into his bleary red-rimmed, black eyes.
  Bill took a wild swing, with his right hand, a sledgehammer of a fist missed by a mile. He cursed loudly, then doubled up in pain as Lucy kicked him square in the groin.
  A nasty shouting and screaming row developed. Bill wildly attempted to grab a fist full of Lucy’s long brown hair as her sharp, finger-nails gouged tracks across his already scarred face.
  The bar swiftly emptied as the police arrived, to end this public dispute.
Bill’s final words to Lucy were “Where’s my dinner?” The couple walked off arm-in-arm.
“Happens every Friday night!” said the barman to the policeman.

 

(174 WORDS)

 

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WEIGHTLESSNESS

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WEIGHTLESSNESS

by John Yeo

 “Ferdinand, I have to go to Weight-Watchers this morning, I have a weigh-in.  Last week I came out two pounds over my recommended body-weight. I keep telling that gruesome coordinator that I am heavy boned, and the more calcium I ingest the heavier I become. I think I will have to consider some elementary changes to decrease my bone-density. I was far heavier when I wore flesh, l needed a lot of food-intake to keep the whole apparatus alive.”

   “Yes Esmeralda my dear.” Thought Ferdinand, breaking into the interminable flow of thoughts.
  “Have you seen my robes? I will need to cover up if I am to leave the crypt, I am sure they are around somewhere. Last time I wore them was on Halloween night when we went out haunting together. I do resent having to go all the way to a public crypt to a Weight Watchers session. The rattle of all those dangling bones would be unbearable if we had any ears to hear with.”
“Yes Esmeralda my dear.” Ferdinand replied.

(174 WORDS)

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THE OUTER SPACE

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THE OUTER SPACE

by John Yeo

     Billy and his pals were strolling home from school, when they came across this weird green structure in a back garden
     “What’s that?” Billy asked. “I’ve never seen anything like that before, it looks like an upside down onion on legs!”
    “Wow” exclaimed Tommy. “Funny looking thing. It’s got a lot of rust on the legs, perhaps it’s scrap iron, My Dad says scrap metal is worth a fortune these days.”
     Mary, had a much richer imagination than the two boys, she took one look over the fence and said, “I’m frightened, that looks like an alien spacecraft.”
      “No, whoever heard of a rusty spacecraft. They’re all shiny and new when you see them on the tele.” replied Billy.
     Tommy agreed, “No Mary, this is probably an old- fashioned TV aerial, gone rusty.
    Just then two men in overalls appeared.
       “Clear off you lot, ”
The children ran away fast from these warlike invaders.
   “OK. Sebastian, let’s get started there’s a lot of work to do on our modern art sculpture before the exhibition starts!”

 

(175 WORDS)

 

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RED UMBRELLA

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RED UMBRELLA

by John Yeo

“Take your umbrella Mum! Rain is forecast. Take the main road, the shortcut is dangerous, the path takes you through the enchanted woods.” cautioned Arabella.
“OK! Dear!”
‘I don’t believe in any of that,’ she thought.
Bessie was bravely enjoying her walk along the shortcut: suddenly a wolf howled, Merlin the magician appeared with a magic wand and a long white beard . The wolf was trotting along by Merlin on the other side of the fence.
“Abracadabra, you should be dead! You’ve only been been saved because you are carrying red!” The magical Merlin wickedly said.
“Oh dear me!” replied Bessie. “Boo-Hoo, I know you! You’re in my imagination!”
There was a jingle of bells on the other side behind the magical fence?
A figure in red rode by on a sled that glided over the mud.
“Merry Christmas! You are not dead because you are carrying red. Follow me and you will be free from Merlin’s mighty dread.”
The rain stopped and she shut her red umbrella. Bessie was never seen again.

(174 WORDS)

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VIEWPOINT

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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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AFTERNOON TEA

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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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