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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FAMILY TREE

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.

Graveyard ~ Flash fiction

Photo prompt is provided by Sonya O.

FAMILY TREE

by John Yeo

The funeral was extraordinarily well attended, people had arrived from all over the world. This man was respected, loathed, loved and hated in many places-. Some arrived to make sure he was actually dead and to raise a glass in celebratory style. Others were genuinely sad as the deceased had been extraordinarily generous to those who were loyal to him. Six black horses led the cortège pulling an ornate carriage, members of the family and very close personal friends walked slowly behind as the procession made its way to the cathedral.
The media were there. This man was a wheeler and dealer who had a very sketchy history of violence and contrastingly of genuine charity to those in need. This death was news and news kept the media arenas in business.
My research led me to an overgrown cemetery in a well-to-do suburb of London. I blinked tears away as the reality of the neglect of a forgotten mogul became clear. How the mighty are fallen in the dust of fragmented memory.
Goodbye Great-Great-Grandfather.

(174 Words)

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AFTERNOON TEA

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge week 8. 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

Esmeralda was having afternoon tea with the members of the local sewing circle. It was a wonderful afternoon and they settled down on her porch to chat and enjoy the occasion.
There was a very loud roar as two motorcycles revved up and roared around the block to screams of delight from the riders. That pesky gang from around the corner were out on their bikes, roaring round and round the block, racing and laughing to one another.
Esmeralda and Olivia dropped their needles in anger, picked up a couple of broomsticks and flew across the road to confront the Hells Angels. Esmeralda marched up to the biggest rider and demanded he call his friends together and get the hell off her doorstep and clear off.
The shock in the bikers eyes was a sight to behold and he called his friends together, In a moment of bravado, he spat on the ground as he said to his gang, “Let’s get out of here before these Witches put a spell on us.”

(172 Words)

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TEARS

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge week 7. 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 pixabay.com (free to use photographs) for this week’s prompt photos.

TEARS

by John Yeo

The acid attack was horrific, Joey screamed, penetratingly loud, as pain raced through his head. Skin was burnt to shreds from the structure of his face, Joey’s crowning glory, his hair, was burnt off in seconds. He passed out and was raced to the burns unit at the local general hospital.
One year later after many operations by plastic surgeons some semblance of normality returned. Joey refused to be seen in public and became a recluse. He left our town and disappeared, it was rumoured he had joined some gypsies and was travelling the countryside by caravan.
One day Lisa our daughter, came home from school very excited, “Daddy the circus has come to town!”
Saturday night we had the best seats in the big top and Lisa was laughing merrily at the antics of Joey the clown. He came to speak to her and Lisa asked “How did you become a clown Joey?” His painted smile never altered hiding the tears of a clown.

(165 Words)

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HOTEL TEMPLE

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge week 5. 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 pixabay.com for their “free to use” photograph, for this week’s prompt

HOTEL TEMPLE

by John Yeo

On Koh Samui, an island soaked in tropical sunshine, stood the imposing Hotel Temple. The hotel in an ornate converted temple, has a five star rating, attracting many visitors.
Aran and his twin sister Isra were thirteen years old. Sold to the hotel owner by their parents, they were trapped, working twelve hours a day for a pittance, waiting on rich tourists.
A very famous European singer and his entourage of roadies and musicians checked-in, after performing in Bangkok. The singer ordered tea to be brought to his room and requested Isra to bring it personally. Aran was suspicious and waited outside, listening intently. When he heard his sisters piercing screams, thirteen year old Aran rushed into the room to find her struggling with the singer. Aran had a very sharp kitchen knife and went for the rapist who pushed Isra away. Aran grabbed her and they ran from the room. No charges were pressed, the singer was very famous. The hotel proprietor just shrugged, Aran and Isra were just replaceable slave labour after all.

(175 words)

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