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

    Brains was in the process of constructing a hoax, in the form of a practical joke. He put a secondary hidden wire behind a simple light switch leading to a surprise destination. Brains was top of the class in Science and he felt he had to justify his position. He was acting as if he was new to the subject after a new assistant teacher arrived. 

  Mr Tweed, a bumptious upstart bully who delighted in showing up the students had picked on him in front of the whole class. To the surprise of everyone in the class Brains was asking questions on the simplest of subjects. 

   ‘Excuse me Sir, can you detail the constitution of electricity.’

   ‘What do you mean by that you idiotic moron, everyone knows. Electric charge is a fundamental property of matter, borne by particles.’ 

  ‘How do you switch on an electric light or a lamp, to convey the electricity to the bulb?’ asked Brains.

  ‘Are you kidding me, you impudent misbegotten escapee from the planet of the apes?’

  There was dead silence in the class as the students held their breath, waiting for a response to this obvious insult.

  ‘No Sir, I leave all that to the butler and the maid at home, my Father says I don’t have to worry.’

   ‘Look here! It’s not rocket science. Just screw in the bulb and flip the switch.’

With that the teacher flipped the room light switch and received a nasty electric shock. There was pandemonium as the lights fused and the matron was called. Mr Tweed was whisked off to the infirmary.

  Meanwhile Brains removed all signs of his electrical trap.

  A week later Mr Tweed returned to the class, he warily treated Brains with a new respect, having realised the embarrassing truth. 

© Written by John Yeo



Image  Copyright ©  John and Margaret ~ All rights reserved



by John Yeo

   Rampaging across the continent the raiders laid waste to everything they came across, in their greedy lust for riches and power. The fearsome young leader was afraid of nothing and rose to every challenge that came his way. Tyrion had recently become the supreme leader after challenging, defeating, and dethroning the previous leader. Tyrion was fearless, Lord of all the valleys and sub-kingdoms that made up the Southern half of the continent of Grevillea. Tyrion’s relentless atrocities continued Northwards ruthlessly conquering and ransacking everything in his path.

    The powerful army of raiders had taken up residence in a valley that contained an impregnable castle. Tyrion felt secure and rested for a while to take stock of his kingdom. He sent out emissaries to contact his lords in residence in the conquered lands he ruled over, to demand funds by way of heavy taxes on the populations. One by one, these powerful lords arrived with gifts of much gold, silver and precious jewels.

     A stranger from the north rode into the castle that day, amidst these lords, on a pure white stallion, leading a mule train loaded with many bales of a soft material. A gentle unarmed man approached the guards and requested an audience with Tyrion.

   The aggressive captain of the guard immediately arrested him and he was dragged before the leader.

       “Who are you and where do you hail from?” Tyrion immediately asked the man, now in chains to prevent his escape.

       “Sir! My name is Santana, I come from Pacifica, a peaceful valley in the North. We have heard much about you and we would like to trade peacefully with you. We have much to offer and I am sure we could learn much from each other. We are a very peaceful people.”

      Tyrion smiled benevolently and thought long and hard before replying. “What is to stop us from overrunning your peaceful community taking whatever we want?”

       Santana said few words in reply, “Why? Everything we have is yours for the taking without bloodshed.”

      Tyrion said.  “What have you brought on your mule train?”

     “A luxurious new mysterious material that we use to construct our dwellings, very lightweight and very strong and waterproof. I would like to show your men how to construct portable castles to keep you safe wherever you go.” Replied Santana.

  Tyrion ordered his release at once and before long many portable castles covered the plains surrounding the castle.

   More mule trains had continually arrived, bearing the wondrous new material, and several days later most of Tyrion’s army were housed in comfort.

   Tyrion then ordered his army to prepare to march on Pacifica the next day, laughingly he prepared for an easy conquest.

      Santana was shocked, “Why?”  he asked, “We are your friends a very gentle peaceful people!”

       Tyrion laughed and relied, “I need the money to continue to fight and conquer.”

     That night all was prepared and the army slept comfortably and peacefully before the morning’s march on Pacifica.

    Then fire broke out around the castle a raging inferno spread widely and raged out of control from castle to castle. There was no escape from the flames. Thousands died, the only survivors were inside the impregnable castle. Then an iron clad army surrounded the valley and wiped out the few survivors, before they marched through the gates that were opened from within.

      Tyrion’s guards were killed and he was dragged before Santana.

          “How?” He begged as he was forced on his knees

       Taking a double edged sword Santana smiled and said. “This is the iron fist inside a velvet glove! Exacting justice for your ruthless killing.”

    Then with one blow Santana cut off the tyrant’s head.

Copyright  © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.




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)

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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


Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge. The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.


Image © Dawn M Miller

Dawn broke, sunlight filtered through trees at the side of a placid lake. Not another human being stirred at this early hour. Kelly settled down on a log on the bank.

Ashes to ashes, she thought, you were a stubborn brute during the years of our marriage, callous, cruel and unfeeling to everyone around you. I despised you when you cold-bloodedly allowed the abortion of our grandchild and insisted that Shelley go ahead and abort the foetus in spite of my feelings and the look of horror on my only child’s face. A stronger man would have stood by her, now she is in hospital having treatment for severe depression.

I knew I had to kill you to remove a cancer from my life, your body burned slowly in our boiler as you stubbornly refused to succumb to the flames. In the end I reduced you to a pile of ashes and scattered your dust and detritus into this calm placid lake.

It is ten years since I reported you missing. You deserved your fate………..

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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:

(175 Words)