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INSPIRATION MONDAY ~ SOL FOOD  ~ 26TH SEPTEMBER 2015

28/9/2015

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Inspiration Monday: Sol Food.

SOL FOOD TAKEAWAY 
by John Yeo

  The Profesaurus lumbered up to the shining gathering of starlets in this out of the way part of the Fifteenth quadrant of the immensity of the Dinoverse. 
     "Attention all! There is a dire emergency underway here. Universal paradise is under threat of starvation. There must be an answer to the rapid depreciation of combustible matter. Many parts of our quadrant are becoming lifeless black rocks as the flames of life are extinguished. We need an answer and we need it fast!"
      "I have the finest, brightest Solarians working with the Gas giants, pushing the limits of our knowledge of energy producing gases to the limits. We have experimented with many elements that can feed the flames and extend the burning lifespan of this quadrant!" Reported the gas-guzzling four-by-four legged Pratisaurus.
      "We are already the biggest emitters of gaseous flatulance in the history of Solarian activity in the known Dinoverse. Our total intake of combustible material far exceeds the matter available. Our Raptosaurs have made enormous breakthroughs in the boring of the dark matter and may have discovered a way." Ejaculated a famous prizewinning Dickosaurus.
   The Profesaurus made a scorching comment. "Flames are becoming extinguished everywhere! We need an answer instantly, I understand recycling of the flatulance gasses is being tried and tested. Why not make it a universal method of combustion?"
   "Well this solar technology is in the early stages and has minor solar wind-rush rear-scorching problems at present." Responded a listening Gas giant.
   The immense  Solarian brilliance of the prize winning Dickosaurus then stood to attention and addressed the flames.
  "Stars! The preservation and continuance of Sol-power is the immediate imperative of every member of this gathering. We think we may have a permanent solution to the lack of combustible material. We have managed to drill through the dark matter that surrounds us all and to penetrate into another dimension. We have pushed through and created a Black Hole, that will attract everything within range and swallow it, then deposit it on the boundaries of our quadrant. Thus seeding and replacing our system with new life. New delicacies to feed the flames, Sol food delivered to our doorstep."
 There was a stunned silence, then roars and grunts of scorching approval, as the Gas giants discovered flatulance would be relegated to become an alternative source of Sol food.
  The Profesaurus then brought the meeting to a close and the gathering was closed with much heated discussion.
  After this amazing harvesting of alternative dimensions had been in place for a number of aeons, the moral implications were beginning to swirl in the gaseous outer limits of the solar quadrant. 
  "What right have we to consume blindly everything that comes our way through an outlet that starts from we know not where?"  Enquired a leading flare in the anti-matter community. 
      "We will live naturally and live on recycled flatulent gases now the technology has improved."
    Sadly Black Hole consumerism had arrived.

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SPIRIT PAINTWORK ~23rd Septenber 2015

25/9/2015

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

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The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.
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Image © Graham Lawrence
SPIRIT PAINTWORK 
by John Yeo 

    Penelope attended the local art group, where all the local artists got together once a month to visit a location and create a work of art. This month they were painting in a very pretty walled garden attached to a historic Manor House. Penelope set her easel up and began to paint . A polite cough broke her concentration and she turned to see a lady dressed in a period costume admiring her work looking over her shoulder. 
     "There was a horse trough next to the gate where you came in. Many's the time I rode through here!"
  Penelope was taken aback. "You rode here?"
    "Yes! before the young Squire was killed. We always rode together."
   Penelope suspected a practical joke and called to her friends                                
         "Come here everyone!"

  Turning back she found the gracious lady had disappeared.
 Puzzled she made enquiries from one of the gardeners.
       "Ah! that will be the ghost of her ladyship. Reputedly her one true love was thrown from his horse and killed here. She hung herself from an apple tree!"


(175 WORDS)

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COMPASSION ~16th SEPTEMBER 2015

18/9/2015

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

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The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.
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This week's photo prompt is provided by Scott, author of the blog, Scott's Place
COMPASSION 

by John Yeo

  The Gaucho regarded the penned wild horses with a sadness that welled up  into a sympathy for these beautiful creatures. As he regarded this latest herd of captives waiting to be broken and tamed one of the horses held his gaze. He began to feel an extreme sadness for the loss of freedom of the wild  horses roaming the range. It was almost as if this magnificent creature was communicating with him as pictures formed in his mind, of the love between a stallion and his favourite mare. The colts running and jumping along with the herd as they traversed the range. Wind rustling through the brush and ruffling the manes of the free-moving, fast-galloping horses.
     "I have broken in so many Horses in my long career, I have never felt this way before!" He murmured.
 The wild horse held his gaze, he felt a deep compassion well up inside of him. The horse whinnied and tossed its head.
Entranced the gaucho unlocked the gate and set them free. 

(171 WORDS)

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INSPIRATION MONDAY ~ CLOUD STORAGE  ~ 15TH SEPTEMBER 2015

17/9/2015

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Image © John and Margaret
A prompt for  "Inspiration Monday:" ~ Write a piece of work using the words Cloud Storage.


A DREAM WORLD 
by John Yeo

  "The storage facility is endless a huge area of space that can accommodate millions of dreams! " 
 The supervisor of the facility was outlining the future to a class of sleepy  students all suffering the effects of the morning after the night before. 
     "How do the dreams get translated into a medium that is able to process them and put them into storage?"  Enquired Smart Alec a sceptical student who perpetually lived in a dream world.
  "Translation is a method where the morning memories of dreams gone before are recalled, related, then preserved in a cloudy aura of perspicacity. The accumulated ideas form a whole dream that is available and stored in cloud storage!" The Supervisor went on.  "The average unenlightened general public's attitude to following a dream is to access the cloud through the entrances from cloud cuckoo-land."
   "I have been informed that following a seemingly impossible dream it is possible to walk about with your head in the clouds! Is this a way to access the dreams in cloud storage?" Enquired a dozy voice from the back of the room.
   The supervisor sighed, "Sometimes the clouds can be so dense as to preclude access to the storage at all! The whole idea of cloud storage is to have instant access to your treasured documents and photographs instantly. The cloud storage is limitless."
  "How secure is the data that is stored in these unpredictable clouds? Surely interference from electrical storms can interfere with the signals and interrupt the data processing. Can the unwary depositor of dreams be exposed to an unscrupulous hacker stealing in under cloud cover?"  Asked a sleepy voice from the front row. 
       "The encryption of the cloud-pathway into the  cloud storage facility is absolutely secure. There are no known instances of one set of dreams stored in cloud-storage, contaminating another set of individual dreams." Came the reply from a cloud-manager.
  The supervisor and on-line security expert both nodded at one another in agreement with these words.

Then a very loud clanging of an alarm bell broke into my dream as my morning call on my mobile phone sounded. I woke instantly with the thought that I must set up a cloud storage system on my computer to preserve my memory for everyday computing.

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

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INSPIRATION MONDAY ~ FEELOSOPHY ~ 13th SEPTEMBER 2015

15/9/2015

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Image © Copyright ~ John and Margaret
A prompt for  "Inspiration Monday:" ~ Write a piece of work using the word Feelosophy 
 
FEELOSOPHY 
by John Yeo

  We always paid rapt attention when the elderly lady entered the room. A very distinguished-looking person, she generated a certain aura of mystique. The flowing floral dress and the look of her off-beat fashions were a distinct example of the old cliche!  "Never judge a book by the cover."  Her time-worn almost time-ravaged looks, were a clue to the well-lived life that had gone before, and the wealth of experiences that together had moulded this very wise woman's outlook on life.
 Maria Salome-Smith was a lady who professed to be a leader of a coven and gave her occupation as a white witch. Devoted to helping as many people in her community, Maria was a healer and a mystic. Using many of the half-forgotten herbal remedies that had been passed down through the centuries, she was responsible for curing many very sick people. This made many of the hard intolerant members of the clergy in the local Orthodox Church very uneasy indeed.
 No-one knows exactly who made the decision to arrest her, or how it came to be carried out. After several days of intense very cruel torturous questioning, her persecutors were unable to break her very strong spirit. It was decided to drag her to court regardless and to try her for the trumped-up charges of evil witchcraft bringing premature death to a member of the ruling gentry.
There was an instant hush as Maria entered the courtroom and a gasp of horror at her unkempt appearance, her head had been shaved and the long distinguished looking grey locks of hair were gone. 
    "How do you plead? Guilty  or Not Guilty?" Enquired the honourable lady Judge.
  Maria's piercing steel-blue eyes regarded the Judge, as she proudly responded, "Not Guilty!"
There was a hush before the trial commenced and several people were brought to tears and there were shouts from the public gallery. 
"Innocent! Release her! She is innocent!
"Silence in Court please!"  was a stern rebuke from the bench.
The trial commenced after one very emotional lady was removed from the courtroom.
After several days of hearing from a succession of very biased witnesses desperately trying to justify a very obvious set of trumped up charges, the honourable Lady Judge threw the case out of court and rebuked the accusers severely for wasting time and public money.
 There was a silence in the courtroom as contrary to all previous examples of so-called justice, Maria Salome-Smith was allowed to respond.
     "I thank-you for your wisdom, and I would like to say on behalf of all my innocent sisters who have been wrongly accused and died, for following the Feelosophy and state that there is an underlying body of sacred knowledge that is misunderstood and ignored. Difference in points of learning should be revered, and the accepted hard Philosophy of life and our Feelosophy should be merged into one whole body of knowledge that should be allowed to grow. Only the  bigoted would attempt to wipe out the good by killing. There will never be growth if we stand still. Use the good, Feelosophy to follow your ancient instincts and live well. Thank- you!"
 
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A RAINY DAY ~ 8th September 2015

10/9/2015

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

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The goal is to write a story between 100-150 words (give or take 25 words) based on the provided photo.
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Image © Priceless Joy
A RAINY DAY
by John Yeo

Torrential rain was keeping the family indoors and everyone was bored.
Billy  the rebellious, restless teenager, a rebel without a cause was unsettled and fed up.
       "I'm bored, this rain is a pain, there is nothing to do! Betty! I'm talking to you!  Why are you ignoring me?"
 Betty was a happy little nine year old, busy playing with Snuggles a Persian cat who was also fed up.
  "Leave us alone Billy! I am bored too, I'll call Mummy if you carry on."
  The rain continues, tempers are fraying. Snuggles is mewing, Mummy comes running.
 Father arrives with a mysterious box. 
   "I have been clearing out the loft! Look what I've  found! Hey everyone come here! Look!" 
A long red and white box captures everyone's interest as Father lifts the lid.
A large board with cards, paper money, tiny wooden houses and hotels with dice and little models.
"Monopoly!" Mummy exclaims! "I haven't seen that for years."
  "Bags the model car!"  Billy shouts.
The game is on. 
"Hey the rain's stopped!" shouts Betty.
Nobody moved.

(175 Words) 

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FOLLOW YOUR DREAM ~ 3rd September 2015

5/9/2015

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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers ~ Writing challenge.

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

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This week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode.
FOLLOW YOUR DREAM 

by John Yeo

Joe was a steam train buff, he loved the metal monsters that chugged across the great prairies  through the stunning scenery in the days of the steam train revolution. Joe's dream was to go to the famous Chattanooga hotel and visit the original site of the great train-ride that was the inspiration for the big band hit "Chattanooga Choo-Choo", made famous by Glenn Miller and his big band. 
 Joe Sproggins  was a man who had spent his life in a merchant bankers office in the city of London in the UK, where Joe dreamed his alter-ego dreams of riding on the footplate of this grand old steam engine.
 Joe was married to Dora and their very precious first memory was the night they met, dancing in the local dance-hall to the sound of a big band, belting out "Chattanooga Choo-Choo". 
 Fifty years later, after a very happy marriage, they excitedly arrived in Chattanooga in Tennessee to fulfil Joe's lifetime dream.
 Joe was in seventh heaven, soaking up his musical dream.

   (175 WORDS)

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