A PINCH OF PURPOSE

FRIDAY 16th OCTOBER 2020

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..

Today’s prompt ~ A PINCH OF PURPOSE

A PINCH OF PURPOSE

by John Yeo

   Magwich, Megan and Mary had been friends for years. They’d all met up at Professor Merlin’s magical college in the depths of a root encrusted, mysterious, haunted wood. No one who graduated from this academy had any illusions about their future careers. They left as fully qualified witches. 

  Magwich was a tall slim attractive blonde, with blue sparkling eyes that had a habit of involuntary fluttering whenever she was concentrating. She wore her traditional black pointed hat at a jaunty angle that betrayed something of an impish sense of humour. Her parents were successful industrialists who hadn’t done much research when they’d sent her away to school. They were just happy to have her education completed at a school where she would be well looked after.

   As a total contrast, Megan was born to be a witch, her parents were both steeped thoroughly in the magical arts and they knew exactly what they wanted for their only child. Her father was a practical working wizard who had enjoyed great success in curing people through his use of magical spells. He had been somewhat disappointed when he discovered he’d fathered a daughter, although he was genuinely proud of her. His wife Miranda thought the world of her bright, dark eyed daughter, with her long flowing black locks that hung freely down her shoulders. Megan was somewhat short and quite dumpy, which was a direct result of her mother spoiling her and over feeding her with tasty titbits from the family cauldron.

    Mary, our third and most remarkable member of this trio of spellbinding witches was an individual character in her own right . She had bright reddish auburn hair and a fiery temper to match. Mary was an orphan. No one knew what had become of her parents, or indeed if she had ever bothered to be born to conventional parents. The story went that she was the offspring of an egg laying large black tabby cat and a red feral feline wanderer. Apparently they were shapeshifters who had been originally born in the shape of humans and were able to take the feline form at will.

  Professor Merlin was seemingly an easygoing wizard who had educated many students over the centuries and inoculated them all with a sense of purpose. It wasn’t until you looked into his eyes that you realised there was a streak of steel running through his educational purpose.

  Graduation day had arrived and Magwich, Megan and Mary were destined to become a coven in a far off nation, where they were to reside until they received further orders from the Professor. 

Mary acted as a natural leader and she bluntly said. 

    ‘Listen here you two, we haven’t been informed what this elusive sense of purpose is. I’m certain it’s not going to be pleasant for certain people and I need you both to be loyal and obedient to our coven. We are going to live in a place in the Black Forest in a country far away from here.’

    Magwich flicked her blonde hair to one side, fluttered her right eye and spat on the floor. ‘Look Mary, I don’t take your orders but I respect your judgment. If we have to live together indefinitely I will do my best to tolerate you and your insolence but don’t push us too far.’

   Megan scowled and nodded at these remarks and aggressively responded. ‘My Dad is an important practising wizard and he knows what this sense of purpose is. I have been shown the universal sign of a magical sense of purpose.’

    With that she turned to Mary and administered a sharp pinch on her face that resulted in a scream of agony. Mary instantly retaliated and viciously pinched Megan back. Mary then savagely pinched Magwich and soon all three young witches were rolling all over the place pinching each other wildly, on the buttocks, in the face, literally everywhere.

   Suddenly there was a loud shout as the Professor arrived and waved his magic wand and some sort of peace was restored.

    ‘I’m happy to see you have all administered  several pinches of purpose to each other. Bear in mind you are all equal and I’m equally proud of you all. There aren’t any leaders among you. You will all work together or I will see you are reminded with some further unpleasant pinches of purpose. These will be stronger and more hurtful. Now go in peace and work together for the benefit of your coven.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

PICTURE IT AND WRITE ~ DANDY-LIONS IN THE JUNGLE

This is a latest Picture it and Write prompt from Emilia’s blog ~3rd January 2016

https://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/2016/01/03/picture-it-write-81/

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As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia

DANDY-LIONS IN THE JUNGLE

by John Yeo

   The tropical rainforest steamed as the heat and rain mingled to create the perfect growing conditions. The Professor and the team were on an exploratory expedition, to discover an almost mythical species of flora, that was rumoured to have extraordinary effects on the human body.

    The Chief native guide who had an unpronounceable name, was commonly called Chalky by one and all, due to his habit of wearing white zig-zags all over his body. On this day he approached the Professor. to parley.

       “We are getting close Boss! The plants are growing everywhere in the next wide clearing. Many spirits of our tribe guard this secret area. We will have to take care we do not tread on sacred ground.”

       “Of course! We will extend every due respect to you and your ancestors Chief. Mrs Mills, who funded this trip is keen to sample the amazing effects of these wondrous flowers immediately. I am here to take some seed and samples to reproduce the effects at home in our country.”

  The team crossed a broad river, over a rickety bridge, and were immediately confronted by a sea of yellow flowering plants that stretched as far as the eye could see.

    “Almost like a distant relation to our own dandelions. I believe dandelions are a useful diuretic if they are taken in vast quantities of dandelion tea.” said the Professor interestedly.

 The team quickly set up a camp on the edge of the clearing and began harvesting some of the roots, leaves and the yellow flowers.

  Chalky, the Chief, began to instruct the Professor’s assistant in the preparation of the plants, to produce the desired effects.

     Seventeen stone, Mrs Mills stepped forward, “I hope this works on me, I really need to lose weight instantly.”

The professor nodded, and reassured her that the effects had been working for centuries on these tribal people.

  The tribal shaman instructed Mrs Mills to lie prone on a stone altar and the prepared fluid was administered. Instantly water started gushing from every pore and orifice in her body. The shaman stepped forward and administered an antidote to stem the flow. Almost half of Mrs Mills body fluids had gushed away in seconds, before the antidote was administered.

   A very surprised Professor then exclaimed,  “Call the medics forward to examine Mrs Mills at once!”

A stunned Mrs Mills had lost a great deal of her body-weight almost instantly.

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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (30)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 29/06/2015, 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 Twenty-Nine

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/06/22/mysterious-island-29/

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Finish the story begins with:

The Mayor and the town manager waved as their next victim approached.”
Joe didn’t trust them at all, he waved back.
As he entered the City Hall he was on his guard. When the trapdoor in the floor swung open he jumped back and pulled a gun. ‘Raise your hands Gentlemen! We have some talking to do.’
There in the murky depths of an underground cell he found fifteen captives, including two operatives he knew well. Slave labour, starved, whipped and forced to work.
Hillary was puzzled to have lost two operatives in the little town of Sherman. News from the two in the USA had suddenly ceased twice over. Joe had solved the case and earned a bonus. Marg would be delighted.

Meanwhile Angelo was keenly interested in the Professor. As a result of enquiries by Don Fernando he was exposed as an imposter. Marg had him handcuffed and left him with Angelo as they approached the town of Miners Hill.

(150 Words)
To be continued

The link below takes you to Part Twenty-Nine

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/06/22/mysterious-island-29/

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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (28)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 15/06/2015, 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 Twenty-Seven

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/06/09/mysterious-island-27/

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Finish the story begins with:

At first, it looked like an ordinary marble, but it was far from it.”

Great Scott!” Yelled the Professor. They were tracking through dense jungle after Paul Strang safely landed the lightning-stricken helicopter. Marg decided to head North, following bearings transmitted from Don Fernando’s team.
“Look at that!”
Paul instantly bent to pick the shining object up.
“No!” Shouted the Professor. “Leave it!”
“Why?” Questioned Paul.
“That is no toy!” Came the stern reply.
That is either the droppings of a poisonous giant Gadfly, fatal to the touch or…….”
“Yes” interjected Marg. “Be careful Paul.”
“Or” the Professor continued. “The eggs of a glass-blown frozen pterodactyl, blown in Thailand in a prehistorical era.”
Marg laughed. “Can glass reproduce?”
“A descriptive term, Madame Marg,” replied the Professor.
Marg decided to leave the object and press on.
One of the party knew exactly what it was, having accidentally dropped it. A radio-controlled tracking device, full of micro-electronics revealing to Dickus exactly where Marg’s team were.

(149 Words)
To be continued

The link below takes you to Part Twenty-Seven

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/06/09/mysterious-island-27/

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MYSTERIOUS ISLAND (27)

I am taking part in Mondays Finish the Story 08/06/2015, 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 Twenty-Six

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/06/02/mysterious-island-26/

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© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

Finish the story begins with:

Zeus was not having a good day and he made sure everyone knew it.”

This classical pun was delivered by the Professor, who had joined up with Marg’s party in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
“Since the famous statue of Christ the Redeemer, one of the city’s most recognisable landmarks, was damaged by lightning we know how powerful Zeus can be” remarked Marg,
A savage storm erupted around the helicopter as they flew over the remote Brazilian interior. The copter was buffeted by fierce winds, then flashes of lightning lit up the sky as the pilot fought to keep control.
Marg and her colleagues were on their way from Sao Paulo, Cumbica airport to Minas Gerais, a large state in Brasil where the mysterious Miners Hill, known locally as Mineiros Colinia was located. A deserted mysterious village holding many suspected secrets.
Paul Strang shouted to Marg! “Stay cool and still.” Paul had been flying these birds for years and was very experienced. 
Suddenly, “We’ve been hit!”

(150 words)
To be continued

The link below takes you to Part Twenty-Six

https://johnandmargaret1607.wordpress.com/2015/06/02/mysterious-island-26/

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