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

I put everything I’ve got into this post

I hope and pray it will go down well.

Someone I know likes everything I do

I have to look in the mirror and smile.

Will it, I wonder, be polished enough?

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.


I have so many friends out there in the air

Sometimes my likes reach double figures.

I know a man who writes blogs for a living,

Bares his soul without a care in the world.

Sadly some people don’t like his views

Punish him, admire his posts then blank him.

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.


I put a lot of hard work in a poem once

Carving the words out of past experience.

I polished it, honed it and added some gloss.

Finally, I selected an inspiring illustration.

My number one fan said she loved it dearly.

Even commented with a loving heart.

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.


I had a good friend who was a talented man,

He accomplished so much in his lifetime.

A painter of note and a wordsmith to boot,

A poet with streams of starmud for thought.

Yet his talent went unrecognised in his lifetime.

I can understand this reluctance to like,

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.


Showing thoughtful appreciation and care

One little click could create an illusion.

You know looking back over the years

Before computers burst onto the scene.

Many people had little time to spare,

It was a crazy harsh world we lived in.

Without Blood, Gore or broken dreams.

These days anything goes it seems.


© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


This is a poem I have written in response to a prompt on Writers Digest


For today’s prompt, write a simmer down poem. This could be a poem about cooking, about calming down, about taking it easy. You get to simmer down in your own way. 



by John Yeo 

The aggression was incredibly infectious 

As the demonstrators made their point.

With banners unfurled, chanting together,

Everyone united as followers of the cause.

A car was upended and exploded in flames,

Then a house brick shattered a window.

Shouting slogans, the demonstrators formed 

A wall of aggressive unwarranted outrage.

The authorities called in the police and the army

Anything to establish control.

Forming unbroken ranks, with protective shields 

They herded and faced the protestors down.

Amid the chaos of looting, fighting and arson,

The struggle erupted and spread.

A volcano of protest exploded and peaked.

To the boiling point of emotional stress.

The authorities began to take some control

The face-down began to turn things around.

The leaders of the rebels were under arrest

Leaving the last protestors to simmer down.

The chaotic outrage brought under control,

After much violence in the city streets 

The last of the ambulances left the scene.

The protest had finally run out of steam.

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

Hosted by Priceless Joy.

The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.

This story is for adults over 18 only ~


This week’s photo prompt is kindly provided by Dawn M. Miller.


by John Yeo

 Not a soul was visible in the beautiful little park at this early hour. I remember when she was alive we would stroll through here hand in hand. The fountain still spraying cool refreshing water looked inviting. Then a flashback in my mind when I discovered her body and the water had turned red, she was floating on the surface naked. Something inside me snapped, I went on a rampage of revenge when I discovered them drinking and laughing in a picnic shelter. Two scruffy young bucks, obviously under-age drinkers. I stood blocking the door to prevent an escape from the shelter.
 “What’s up man?”
“You killed her!”
 “What? We only had a little fun!”
 These were to be the last words this young man would ever utter as I broke his neck, fast, before the other jerk realised what was happening. He was a heavier man and he came at me fast. I killed him.
 I left the park and melted into the crowd. The repercussions would certainly come later…
Meanwhile I cried.

(175 Words)

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This is in response to a challenge hosted by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. If you would like to participate in this challenge or need more information, please click the following link:


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

REVERENCE ~ 100 Word Challenge ~ Verbal Verbosity

100 words on the word “REVERENCE” in response to the latest challenge from VELVET VERBOSITY



Image Copyright (c) John and Margaret


by John Yeo

The Wild Man was renowned for his fighting ability. A bare-knuckle bruiser, then a fairground fighter who got famous by taking on all comers. Much blood had flowed from the effects of his iron fists, his own blood and the blood of his challengers. Broken bones and mashed up faces were a usual sight after one of his battles. He made a name for himself big time in the boxing world until he came up against, “The Reverence” a thin fast man who made the weight by virtue of his extraordinary height. Then the wild man became reverent.

(100 Words)

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Picture it and Write ~ THE SHAMAN

 This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog


As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia



by John Yeo

The shaman had many tricks up his sleeve to help him perform his healing miracles. He was a travelling healer practising his trade with the use of herbs and complex spells to communicate with the spiritual world. One day he came to our village with a following and began to have visitors from the surrounding area as his fame spread rapidly. When an important lady from our village, the wife of a hunter, became very sick the shaman was called to work his magic to make her well. The shaman spent many minutes in a trance before he began, suddenly he shouted at the top of his voice! “Everybody leave at once!” The people were in awe of the reputation of this man, they responded immediately, leaving the shelter, except for her son little Oki, who hid in a corner behind some skins. The shaman chanted prayers and prepared ointment that he rubbed on the woman’s brow and heart. Oki was shocked when he produced a shiny knife from beneath his cloak and began to sharpen the edge of the blade, then to his horror his mother groaned as the knife cut into her chest. Oki leapt from his hiding place and shouted: “Stop!” The shaman, who was in a trance and unable to respond turned to Oki and lashed out with his ceremonial knife. Oki sustained a lethal wound, but in his death throes he took the dagger and plunged it into the shaman killing him instantly. Several hours later the villagers discovered three dead people in the shelter and burnt it to the ground.

Some time later the shiny multi-coloured knife was discovered in the ashes.

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