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

  There was silence in the outer hemispheres of the galaxy for millennia. The elder trolls were unique in the areas of communication throughout the exo-galactic panoply of extraordinary people. Their way of communicating by nonverbal means had been raised to new heights. 

 On an extraordinary blue planet life was formed and developed. Asteroids had collided and re-collided. Comets visited;  bringing chemicals to permeate a life-giving mix of chemicals giving rise to unique life-forms. Exoplasm mingled and re-mingled again in the hands of the entity that was controlling the flow of matter. 

 The life forms mixed and remixed, soon a survivor in the likeness of the controller emerged. “Hey!” Thought the controller; “I am almost there!”

 Then to his delight he heard the word. “Hey!” Repeated back to him.

Shocked, he silently strained his ultrasonic hearing to the limits.

Then the silence was broken by the familiar sound of his Mother’s voice resonating around the galaxy.

“God; put your toys away! It’s late!”

“Oh Mother! Please; Can’t I just have another couple of aeons?”

© Written by John Yeo

Picture it and Write~Rebuilding and Reshaping

This is the latest “Picture it and Write” image from Ermilia’s blog~



As usual the image is supplied and acknowledged by Ermilia

Reshaping and reconstruction

By  John Yeo
The layers of the mind reflect in the images that the facial front presents to the world. Very deeply in the innermost layer, lie the feelings that we are reluctant to share with the world.
Sarah had a plasticity that was uncontrollable. Happy news would bring floods of tears to her eyes and she found a pleasant experience, very sad. When she was angry a huge smile would light up her face and she would have great difficulty in expressing her anger. One day a huge dog attacked her in the park and she started to laugh uncontrollably. The blood spurting from a wound in her leg, brought gales of laughter as she was transported to hospital by ambulance.
After treatment in the Accident and Emergency department, Sarah was examined by a phsychiatrist, who arranged some appointments to treat her very deeply embedded, contrary expression of her innermost feelings.
Over the next several months the phsychiatrist uncovered each individual facet of her personality and re-adjusted the facial front to some semblance of normality. This process took many months as Sarah’s personality and reactions to outside events, were reconstructed through therapy.
By re-building and re-integrating each individual face that made up her personality, Sarah’s life became peaceful and full of hearts and flowers.

Copyright  ©  Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved


First 50 words~ My Secret Place


By John Yeo

(1) ~ The Gateway.

I know a private secret place,
That is almost impenetrable to all,
I can alter the vistas and rearrange,
The outlook and furnish my private space,
With dreams and schemes and imagination,
I am careful of the contents, How much I reveal
I carry my secret place wherever I find
Some stimulation for my fertile mind.

(2) ~ The Entrance.

A waterfall guards the entrance
Of a tunnel to a valley beyond.
As you arrive at the end, two Peacocks
Gaze and welcome you to their home.
Streams and brooks with Swans gliding,
A Centaur waits to carry you on his back
To share the pleasure of a magical mind
As you explore this special secret place.

A closely guarded secret place, far too complex to reveal in the “first 50 words”.

Copyright  ©  ~Written by John Yeo All rights reserved

Red shift of the Blue Planet

This is my response to  the latest picture it and write prompt from Ermilia’s blog.


Red planet


Seen from space The Earth is a Blue Planet

When the blue of the planet turns red with fire. Millions upon millions of minds open with an intellectual translucence of energy. A pouring out of intellectual fire,

Creative work with words, ideas, art  and science, mingling and moving.  A red shift as the combined rivers of thought marry the waves together into a mutual fire-storm of thought and creativity.

The spread of the waves through an internet of fire joins and moves, burning borders over an internet of peaceful co-existence.

The blue planet becomes red with the fires of  freedom.  Red seas shine into space through sharing of cultures and mutual thought.

Wrtten by John Yeo  (c)