MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (46)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 19/10/2015, which is a challenge that provides a photo prompt and the opening sentence to your story. The rules indicate that the story you come up with must be between 100-150 words, not including the given opening sentence.

The link below takes you to Part Forty-Five
https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/10/14/mysterious-island-45/

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Finish the story begins with:

Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.”

Something’s not quite right here!’ He thought, ‘I get the distinct impression that someone is very close by watching me.’
Angelo had been to visit Isabella, and taken tea at her house in the Mango tree. As he stumbled along the forest path, the branches of the bushes and trees seemed to be reaching out to him, tearing his clothes, scratching his face, he could hear the sounds of vicious dogs close behind him, they seemed to be getting closer all the time. He climbed a large tree to hide and take refuge. Then there were gunshots, very close by his hiding place, followed by the sound of a pack of hounds, tearing and fighting over the flesh of a downed animal. Luigi was quenching his bloodlust by hunting helpless animals, and revelling in watching them get torn to pieces by his trained hounds.
Marg and Hillary were in London……..

(150 WORDS)

To be continued…..

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Velvet Verbosity~100 Word Challenge~Write 100 words on the word “Beast”

THE BEAST MISSES
by John Yeo

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The village was located at the edges of the tropical evergreen forest. The villagers would grow food, collect fruit from the forest and kill small animals for food. One day, Abhay a young, fearless, carefree man was collecting wood for cooking from the forest. He sensed a pair of eyes watching his every move. Abhay became uneasy, he was sure he was not alone. Then a low growl became a roar and a full grown female tiger suddenly appeared on the path in front of him. Abhay turned to flee, a shot rang out, the tiger turned and fled unscathed.

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JUNE 23RD, 2014 WRITING 101, DAY SIXTEEN: SERIAL KILLER I

The link below will take you to my day four~Writing instalment~”The tragic loss unfolds”~Episode One~http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-fyThe link below will take you to my day nine ~Writing instalment~”The Orchids”~Episode Two~http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-iK

LOST AND FOUND ~ 

Episode three

By John Yeo

The approaching noises just got closer and closer. We were unsure whether they were made by man or beast. I said to Margaret, we will not run, we will hide in the woods and see who comes along the trail. We waited tensely, listening to the approach of someone in a hurry, obviously chasing after us. Suddenly there was a break in the trees and a tall man, wearing tweed clothes and a deerstalker hat appeared in the clearing. Hallo! He shouted.

I stepped out into the clearing, shaking off, Margaret’s attempt to hold on to me to keep me under cover. The man said, “I’m glad I caught up with you, I have been following you since you left my cottage. I found this brooch on the floor, it looks as if it might have value”. It was a brooch in the shape of a peacock, belonging to Margaret. A sentimental brooch that I purchased as a souvenir, when we were on our travels a few years ago. Margaret was thrilled to get it back, it did mean a lot to her, the strange thing is, she never realised she had lost it in our hurry to get away from the cottage. I thanked the man profusely and offered him a reward from the notes I had in my wallet.
The man introduced himself as Gerald Mellors, and said he was the gamekeeper here on this estate and forest, which stretched as far as five miles in every direction from his cottage.
I asked him, with some trepidation, about the fresh blood we had noticed at the cottage. He replied that he butchered deer for the estate owners and buried the remains of the carcases in the yard. I laughed at that, we did not let on about our suspicious fears.
We then explained that we were also hopelessly lost. Our new friend said not to worry, he would give us directions to follow to get us safely home.
I informed him about our find of the very rare, very valuable orchids. Mr Mellors was amazed, and said he would inform his employers, who were very kindly, and would certainly want to reward us for our honesty, and for our recognition of these precious flowers.
We started out on this journey by losing ourselves, we then found a very rare group of orchids. Margaret lost a brooch, with a high sentimental value, and we found a new friend in Gerald Mellors, the gamekeeper, who helped us find our way home. Margaret still has certain reservations and uneasy feelings about this new-found friend and is wary about my decision to reveal the existence of the valuable orchids.
We almost ran away and lost ourselves again in the depths of the forest. Often when you face your fears,  you find answers where you least expect to find them.

Copyright (c)~Written by John Yeo~All rights reservedEPISODE ONE LINK~ http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-fy ~EPISODE TWO LINK~ http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-iK  ~
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JUNE 23rd, 2014 Writing 101, Day Sixteen: Serial Killer III

The link below will take you to my day four~Writing instalment~”The tragic loss unfolds”~Episode One~

http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-fy

The link below will take you to my day nine ~Writing instalment~”The Orchids”~Episode Two~

http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-iK

LOST AND FOUND

Episode three

By John Yeo

The approaching noises just got closer and closer. We were unsure whether they were made by man or beast. I said to Margaret, we will not run, we will hide in the woods and see who comes along the trail. We waited tensely, listening to the approach of someone in a hurry, obviously chasing after us. Suddenly there was a break in the trees and a tall man, wearing tweed clothes and a deerstalker hat appeared in the clearing. Hallo! He shouted.

I stepped out into the clearing, shaking off, Margaret’s attempt to hold on to me to keep me under cover. The man said, “I’m glad I caught up with you, I have been following you since you left my cottage. I found this brooch on the floor, it looks as if it might have value”. It was a brooch in the shape of a peacock, belonging to Margaret. A sentimental brooch that I purchased as a souvenir, when we were on our travels a few years ago. Margaret was thrilled to get it back, it did mean a lot to her, the strange thing is, she never realised she had lost it in our hurry to get away from the cottage. I thanked the man profusely and offered him a reward from the notes I had in my wallet.

The man introduced himself as Gerald Mellors, and said he was the gamekeeper here on this estate and forest, which stretched as far as five miles in every direction from his cottage.

I asked him, with some trepidation, about the fresh blood we had noticed at the cottage. He replied that he butchered deer for the estate owners and buried the remains of the carcases in the yard. I laughed at that, we did not let on about our suspicious fears.

We then explained that we were also hopelessly lost. Our new friend said not to worry, he would give us directions to follow to get us safely home.

I informed him about our find of the very rare, very valuable orchids. Mr Mellors was amazed, and said he would inform his employers, who were very kindly, and would certainly want to reward us for our honesty, and for our recognition of these precious flowers.

We started out on this journey by losing ourselves, we then found a very rare group of orchids. Margaret lost a brooch, with a high sentimental value, and we found a new friend in Gerald Mellors, the gamekeeper, who helped us find our way home. Margaret still has certain reservations and uneasy feelings about this new-found friend and is wary about my decision to reveal the existence of the valuable orchids.

We almost ran away and lost ourselves again in the depths of the forest. Often when you face your fears,  you find answers where you least expect to find them.

Copyright (c)~Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved

EPISODE ONE LINK~ http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-fy ~

EPISODE TWO LINK~ http://wp.me/p2Jp6l-iK  ~

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JUNE 5, 2014 Writing 101, Day Four: Write about a loss. The twist: make this the first post in a three-post series.

Write about a loss something (or someone) that was part of your life and isn’t any more. Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.

THE TRAGIC LOSS UNFOLDS~Part One

By John Yeo

 The forest stretched for miles, a sea of pine trees with thick undergrowth. There was a large variety of wildlife in the forest and my wife and I would ramble for hours, just enjoying the sensation of the natural world. The birds fluttering and calling in the tree tops with squirrels scrambling up tree trunks in their haste to get away from the intrusive humans. Many times we have been caught in a shower or a storm and exactly against the universal advice we took shelter under a tree. The woodland flowers were colourful, blooming in profusion during their season, and we would enjoy wandering through stretches of ferns into the forest. One day we spotted a faun, shyly strolling along a woodland path through the trees, we quickly followed this beautiful little animal for a long way into the depths of the forest.

 Suddenly we realised we were lost, hopelessly, totally lost. We pressed on hoping to come to an inhabited property where we could get our bearings and some directions back to where we had started our ramble. We came upon a clearing with a pretty little cottage and knocked hard to alert the inhabitants of our arrival. There was no response to our urgent knocking and we entered the little house to explore. Inside we found a large amount of blood, all over the place, some dried up and to our dismay what looked like a puddle of fresh blood. We assumed that an animal had been slaughtered and put the whole thing out of our minds for a minute. We then went through into the back yard, where there was freshly disturbed earth with mounds of earth piled every where, My wife, Margaret nervously remarked that they looked like a series of graves.???????????????????

  Then there was a noise as a large animal or a man was heard crashing and running through the forest~~~~

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