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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THE REUNION

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THE REUNION

by John Yeo

The Old Curiosity Shop was packed full of ancient memorabilia. Old Jake who ran the shop was always very friendly and willing to chat to passers-by.
He was a very great friend of ours, he would rush out of the shop whenever we passed. This was a Monday morning and he excitedly ran out of his shop to show us his mystery car.
“Hey you two! Look!”
We were astonished, parked next to Jakes cycle was the most amazing Minicar.
” I have a funny feeling, I know where this came from, It is my 70th. birthday today, and I have not heard from my wayward, wild-child for years. There was a ribbon placed on the radiator grill.”
At that moment three Harley Davidson motorcycles roared by and as they passed there was a gleeful shout of, “Happy Birthday!” from the leading motor cyclist.
Then we jumped back quickly, as some fireworks exploded in a colourful display across the road from the shop.
The birthday party lasted all day, when Jakes mischievous son returned.

(175 WORDS)

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THE SCHOOL TRIP

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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)
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FLYING JEWELS

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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.

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(175 WORDS)

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