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THE ERUPTION ~ 5TH JANUARY 2016

6/1/2016

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A Prompt response for Inspiration Monday: The Crater Wakening
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THE ERUPTION
by John Yeo

   It was the swinging sixties everything was possible, life was exciting and definitely for living. James, Ruth, and Marg, were inseparable, they got through college together, gaining very high grades. The three friends were from the suburbs of London, the area in Surrey known as the Stockbroker belt. All three friends had the same interests and had unanimously decided to study geology at University.
    It was Marg’s idea to take a gap year first, Marg had no trouble persuading her Father to fund her adventure. Marg had always been Daddy's little girl.
     “Dad, I want to go to Costa Rica to see the volcanic crater Iratsu, to give me a basic knowledge before I study to become a volcanologist.”
     “Will you be going alone?” asked her father cautiously.
   “No Dad, I hope not, Ruth is asking her parents, and James is certain to be going.  I am sure he will, He has a substantial allowance and he will be paying his own way.”
    “I have no objections, if you are all going together.” said her father.
   Six months later found the three friends staying in a hotel in San Jose, just 24 kilometres from   the volcano, they had purchased camping equipment and began trekking through the stunning rainforest towards their goal. The green cultivated fields leading to the rim of the crater were a beautiful fertile introduction to the stunning beauty that was to come. When they reached their goal the beauty was mind blowing.  
   Ruth was stunned, “Look at the pool in the crater and the vegetation!”
  There was an ominous rumble, almost on cue. “Wow!”  exclaimed James. ”I wonder if we are going to witness an eruption? That hotel manager did warn us that the volcano has been rumbling lately!”
   Ruth was warily dismissive when she replied, “ Yes! He also said there have been rumbles for quite some time.”
 There followed another rumble from the depths of the crater and a distinct tremor, as the three friends took in the astonishing beauty of this volcanic crater.
    Marg then broke in and said. “I think we had better get away from here fast. Let’s head back to San Jose! I have an idea we should be somewhere safe for the time being.”
  Another rumble and a tremor sent the friends packing up fast and heading towards one of the farms on the rim of the crater.
A surprised farmer, who didn’t speak English, was persuaded to give the three friends a lift into the city, after accepting a wad of money.
   “I always knew money talked.” James said, grinning all over his face as they sat on the back of a battered truck, that found every bump on the road.
   A couple of days later there was a series of huge explosions that hurled out much ash, rocks, and debris, but the activity soon settled down to alternating periods of explosive eruptions and a quiet emission of steam. Ash was deposited mostly along an area that extended westward from the summit to and beyond the city of San Jose, 24 km away. The prolonged ash-fall severely damaged dairy, vegetable, and coffee farms, and for a while made daily life in the city extremely difficult.
 There was a telegram summoning Marg home immediately, from her father, who had been following their progress from the beginning, using the limited information released by the media.

  A year later the friends were studying together at University, relating their experiences to all their new interested friends, fellow students and lecturers.

   Ten years after,  James and Ruth, now married, visited Iratsu again. The wind and volcanic activity conspired to give the effect of a moonscape. There were several craters rimmed by gnarled, scorched trees, lined with brilliantly colored rain-fed mineral pools. The area surrounding its four craters was barren and rocky, a result of its last eruptive cycle.

  They were stunned at the realisation they had been present, almost on the day the crater woke up.

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ACCIDENTAL GIFT ~ 14th DECEMBER 2015

15/12/2015

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     A Prompt Response for Inspiration Monday:~  Accidental Gift.
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ACCIDENTAL GIFT 
by John Yeo

     Sally-Anne was always adamant that she would get her way, and she used every trick in her extensive repertoire of ploys, to engineer the result she wanted. Living the life of a picture-book that portrayed exactly the front she wanted the world to see, the world became her plaything.
    One sad day she was confined to the house with a severe lurgy,  this dreaded lurgy kept her housebound and inactive for several months.
Her doctor was at his wits end, trying to find the right combination of medication to counteract the infernal symptoms, but sadly, sharp-tongued Sally-Anne, didn't respond to anything he prescribed.
      "Mrs. Wood,"  he began, one memorable day, "I would like to try something really new; a revolutionary new treatment for this unusual variety of the dreaded lurgy, that we are battling against here."
      "Yes please Doctor, anything to get my health and strength back again, my family are having to cope with my persistent problems."
    Several days later she found herself on an operating-table, undergoing surgery performed by the world famous brain surgeon James Steele
    The atmosphere could have been sliced with the proverbial butter knife! The manipulative madam had many underlying issues to contend with. Since heaven knows when, the problems with her ever-moving, ever
 mindful, reviewing and mistaken interpretation of many mundane issues had sadly overtaken the reality of her existence. Sally-Anne was a bright young woman who under normal circumstances would have gone a long way in life. 
     The surgery was an incredible success and Sally-Anne became a well-respected, well-liked member of her community.
     Then one fateful day, her son started violin lessons at school and brought his instrument home to practice. Sally Anne was delighted and so proud of him. 
     A few hours later, Sally-Anne idly picked the violin up and to her amazement, it felt familiar, as if it was an old friend. She began  playing the most beautiful music, drawing her neighbours and people from the street to stop and listen.
     Word quickly spread around, and Sally-Anne eventually became a famous well loved violinist, respected the whole world over.
 The scientific community were incredulous and after much discussion it was decided that this was a wonderful accidental gift, an accidental side effect of her recent brain surgery. 


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DEPARTMENT OF SILENCE ~ 9TH DECEMBER 2015

11/12/2015

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A prompt response for Inspiration Monday ~ Department of Silence
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DEPARTMENT OF SILENCE 
by John Yeo 

  Jim and Bill worked in the post room of St Mary's a huge General Hospital. This was a busy challenging place to work, before the advent of computers. Ken on the post van would throw six sacks of mail on the loading bay, three times a day.
      "There you are boys!  Another load to stop you two dropping off." 
Laughing his head off as he drove away fast.
         "Thanks for nothing!" Jim shouted back with a grin. 
Then there was the internal mail coming in thick and fast, at all times of the day. Sometimes there would be a huge pile of unsorted mail, sitting on the bench, and both men would quickly get to work, clearing the backlog in no time.
Bill was the detective of the two, there wasn't a scrawling, squiggly example of a young busy Doctors handwriting, that could defeat him. Bill always found a home for the most obscurely addressed letter. 

 One day there was an unusual package addressed to the head of the  "Department of Silence." Jim picked it up first and said to Bill.  
       "This is certainly one for you to work out! There's no such department here that I know of!"
      "Ah! Hmm!" murmured Bill, "I can think of several places this could be destined for. Either the Sleep Clinic, the Acoustics lab, The Audiology and Hearing loss department, the Chapel, or in my opinion, this is meant to send us to the silence of the hospital Mortuary."
     "Wow!"  Jim exclaimed. "I had better call security to get the bomb squad in. Let's get out of here!"
 Soon the hospital was drowned in the combined sirens of the emergency services. 
 After a total evacuation of the building, an army officer removed the package and ordered a controlled explosion in the hospital grounds.
   The officer in charge congratulated Bill and Jim on a quick thinking response. "Well done! How did you guess that was a suspicious package?"

    "It was the address that gave it away," said Bill quietly. "Silence is not only golden, it is virtually impossible to achieve in a busy hospital. 
I thought at first they meant department of Science, but that's all over the place in here."

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Netherdoor  ~December 1st, 2015

3/12/2015

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NETHERDOOR
by John Yeo

 Billy coughed and spluttered as he shouted with glee. "It's true, unbelievably true. Google doesn't know!"

     "Google doesn't know!"  Betty laughed, "Impossible, Google knows everything, I rely on Google a lot!" 

  "Google has no response to Netherdoor. I wanted to find out about Netherdoor before we make the trip. Where we are going, the brochure clearly says to go through Netherdoor, and take the magical mystery tour of Netherworld." Billy was absolutely flummoxed and amazed at this fact. 
 
   "Oh! Come on Billy! Google knows everything: Are you sure you typed the words in correctly?"  Betty was astonished. "What did they come up with?" She trusted in Google implicitly.

     Billy smiled as he said.. "All sorts of irrelevant, nonsensical advertising, for books and games, based on the medieval meaning of the Netherworld, as the underworld or hell. No guidebooks for the real magical Netherworld behind the Netherdoor. Google hasn't got a clue about the world on the other side of the real Netherdoor."
 
  Betty asked Billy for the brochure, to check the spelling as she still firmly believed in the limitless power of the knowledge available through Google.

    "The brochure?" Billy giggled, amused at her reaction to the fallibility of the powerful search engine. "I thought you had the brochure, don't tell me the brochure has vanished!"
 
   Betty looked bemused as she started to hunt everywhere for the missing brochure. "It is  here somewhere Billy. I know for certain I saw it. Are you sure you haven't got it? How can we go if we don't know where the Netherdoor to the Netherworld is located. Shall I ask Google where it is again?"  Betty grabbed her iPad and keyed in Netherdoor again. 

Suddenly a metallic voice asked  "How can I help you?" Betty was startled, she had forgotten Google had learned to talk. Quickly she recovered and explained the situation. "I'm sorry I didn't get that!" 

Betty was shocked. Google is fallible! "What are we going to do Billy? We are on our own, we will have to find the brochure."

Billy nodded and agreed, as he asked, "Where is the brochure?"
 
Betty suddenly caught on and replied, "I have an idea lets ask Google the way to Disneyland instead. I am sure they know where that is."

"OK!" said Billy, with a twinkle in his eye. "Ask Google?"

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FORGOTTEN BUT NOT GONE  ~ 20th. NOVEMBER 2015

22/11/2015

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FLASH FICTION 

 As the poetry prompt was very late in arriving today, I spent my time responding to a prompt by 
Inspiration Monday.  http://bekindrewrite.com

They always have such superbly unusual prompts. I enjoyed writing this one immensely.

FORGOTTEN BUT NOT GONE

by John Yeo

  "Oh! Come on Harry, the television is always on in the day-room, Phoebe Gertie and Rosy will be there all sitting in their usual chairs." 
  Louise the ever-busy care assistant ushered Harry into the day room to find the ladies seated in their usual chairs. The television was on full blast as Rosy had a hearing problem, although she was fast asleep. 

   Phoebe was concentrating on her knitting,  she looked up as Harry sat down and said, "Hallo you are new here. Welcome, I'm Phoebe and that is Rosy, she is fast asleep at the moment. That is Gertie in the corner, she never says a word to anyone, just nods and smiles all the time. Sad really, she was a Social Worker once." 

    Harry nodded and blankly smiled, "I have a very important appointment but I have forgotten what it was, I will have to ask my secretary, she will remind me, she keeps all my appointments listed in the diary." 
  Phoebe smiled and asked sympathetically, "Will your secretary bring your diary, when she comes to visit you? My family and friends used to visit, but they have stopped coming lately. Gertie's husband used to come, but he passed away several months ago, and no one comes to see her now."

   Louise the care assistant bustled in with a tea tray and some minute slices  of fruitcake, sliced very delicately and digestible to even the smallest palette.
  Harry looked puzzled and asked her, "What is the time of my appointment?"  
 Louise was unsure exactly what he was referring to and smiled reassuringly. 
    "Don't worry Harry, we will help you keep all of your appointments."

    Just at that moment, Rosy woke up with a start and started choking loudly.
"Have a cup of tea Rosy, take a sip of water, that will help or would you like some cough mixture?" Rosy quickly swallowed some water and looked around noticing Harry there, she exclaimed!
 "Hallo are you visiting me?  I am waiting for a message from my family. Have you come to see me?"

 Louise grinned and said, "No Rosy, this is our new resident Harry, he has just arrived, to stay here with us."
    Harry looked at her closely and said, "Pleased to meet you here Rosy. I will not be here long as I have a very important appointment, but we will soon get to know each other. Are you on the back benches?"
 Everyone looked at Harry strangely at that remark. 
Phoebe frowned and whispered to Louise, "Is he alright? I hope he is not one of those bragging types who always pretend to be better than what they are."
Louise said, "Don't worry Phoebe, he is a lovely man when you get to know him."
 After Louise had left the day room with the dirty cups and saucers, Phoebe and Rosy could hardly wait to get to work on Harry to find out more. 

 Rosy was first to break the silence. "Harry, I used to be married to a diplomat and he travelled extensively working abroad, we spent a long time in India." 

 "Oh! That's interesting." Harry replied, "I may have met him." 

At this point Phoebe interjected and said, "Yes, funnily enough both of us were civil servants. I worked in the House as a permanent secretary. What did you do Harry?"
 
"Well ladies, I haven't got much time to go into details as I have a very important appointment, I must see my secretary soon. 
I was Prime Minister once you know.


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WHERE WOLF ~17TH NOVEMBER 2015

19/11/2015

 
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WHERE WOLF
by John Yeo 

     He was a drifter who always moved with the whims of his ever-changing quest. A searcher for peace and serenity that drove him always ever-onward to new horizons.
    No one ever really knew him, it was very difficult to penetrate the hard shell that obscured and shielded his ever hungry-mind. 
 He had a four-legged companion, a tame wolf, who travelled with him and rarely left his side.  Rumour had it, he had stumbled across an injured wolf cub in the forest and nursed it back to health. The wolf just followed him wherever he went after that, and a deep relationship developed between the man and beast.
  On the rare occasions his friend went missing, there would be several wolves howling in the night and his friend would be gone, sometimes for a few days.

   Perhaps it was the need for human contact that led him to make his home near our forest encampment. We were a small community of self-sufficient small-time farmers and growers. The community accepted and welcomed him with open arms and friendship, as he drifted around doing small jobs and hard laborious work for food and drink. He was very fond of the homemade rough strong cider, that was brewed by one of our fruit growers.

   One sad memorable week we discovered several dead sheep and a goat, killed by a predator and left half-eaten in the fields. Suspicion fell on the tame wolf and several of our menfolk approached the man and his wolf with guns. 

  There was unease as he stood facing these angry farmers without fear, the wolf just stood beside him.

   "We've come for the killer wolf, step aside or die!"  Shouted the leader.

  "Why? The wolf is not a killer and he stays with me." Replied the drifter.
 
   Then the wolf growled and howled, and looked at his friend, there was a moment of shocked silence as the drifter whispered,     "Where Wolf?"
    Moving on the fringes of the forest in the distance, cautiously stalking a wild bird was a full grown wild cat. There was a volley of shots from the men as the big cat fled into the forest and disappeared into the trees.

    The next day the drifter and his friend were gone never to be seen in that part of the forest again.

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INSPIRATION MONDAY ~ A prompt response for “INSPIRATION MONDAY:” ~ "ANGELIC PERSUASION"

THE SAD SIDE OF THE RIVER ~ 3rd OCTOBER 2015

5/10/2015

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Francois Gall (Gall Ferenc) (Hungary,1912-1987 Paris) 1941 "The girl at the banks of the Seine"- oil on panel
750 WORDS ~ 3rd OCTOBER 2015 ~ FLASH FICTION 

Francois Gall (Gall Ferenc) (Hungary,1912-1987 Paris) 1941 "The girl at the banks of the Seine"- oil on panel

 My friend Mile V Ristovski, posted this intriguing oil painting on his Facebook page and it seemed to leap off the page. I decided to use it as a prompt to weave a flash fiction story.


THE SAD SIDE OF THE RIVER
by John Yeo

  Adele and Louise  and Jules and Jean were always together, they grew up together in the same street in Roquebrun. A pretty village in Provence with beautiful scenery and mountains, with a little stone bridge over the river Orb.
 Adele and Louise were sisters, both born in the little house where they had always lived. 
  Their Mother and Father were well respected members of the community and outwardly friendly to one and all. Mother was a leading member of the local church and chairperson at the church meetings. 
   Their Father was a successful estate agent and the two girls never wanted for anything.  There was a secret mystery surrounding him that he kept very close to his heart.

   The two brothers, Jules and Jean's parents were relative newcomers to the area, although the two boys were born in the village and grew up there. 
The boys were brought up by their Mother who had been widowed, but she somehow got by and they enjoyed a good standard of living.
  One fateful day this placid peaceful existence was about to be shattered forever. 

   Adele and Jules, fell head over heels in love with each other. 

Jules remarked one day to Adele  'I want to get away to live in Paris, the bright lights and the high culture are calling me. I can easily get a good job as I have my degree in economics.'

 'Oh! No, Jules, please don't leave me here, you know how I feel about you and I am sure we were meant to be together.'

 'Come with me, Adele, I will take care of you and we can be married there. Let us go now and find Jean and Louise and see what they have to say about our plans!"

  Excited, the four friends were discussing this turn of events. When Jean could get a word into the noisy happy discussion led by the two girls, he had this to say.
 
 "We also would love to live in Paris and see the wondrous sights of the big city with the impressive architecture and the fluid magnificence of the river Seine. What about our parents? We should ask their permission and get married before we leave."

 The four friends all agreed that this would be the right thing to do, but they would have to wait and carefully pick the right moment. The girls father was the biggest hurdle to get over, he had already shown a strange attitude
towards their  friendship. Almost over-protective of his two daughters.

Jules had an inspiration, "Why don't we ask Mum, what she thinks about the idea first and maybe she will put a good word in for us, she has always been friendly with their Dad."
  
   A few days later the two brothers broke the news to their Mum. 
  With a shocked,  stunned reaction she fainted on the spot. When she had recovered she told the boys never to even consider getting involved with those two girls and never to see them again. The two boys were amazed at this reaction and there was a huge family row, both of her sons were curious and kept pressing their Mother to tell them why she was against the idea.
 When Jules and Jean threatened to leave home and never come back, their Mother became frightened and begged them to stay. Swearing them to secrecy she confessed to a very real reason why she could never agree to any involvement with that family. Both boys were  shocked and stunned.
 
Jules shouted, "Mother, I am leaving for Paris immediately. Sorry I have no alternative!"
Jean assured his Mother he would be as good as his word and break off all friendship with the two girls.

Jules left for Paris and never said a word to his love Adele, boarding a train he left for the city, without a goodbye.

Adele, heartbroken and distraught begged Louise to talk to Jean, without success.
 Jean cruelly broke off relations with both girls.
With a tear in his eye he said, 
     "Goodbye, Jules is in Paris, you must talk to him!"

Adele left home heartbroken to find her love in Paris and every day she walks along the riverbank of the famous river Seine, searching for Jules. 

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INSPIRATION MONDAY ~ SNEEZE GUARD ~ 29th September 2015

1/10/2015

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INSPIRATION MONDAY: SNEEZE GUARD

SNEEZE GUARD
by John Yeo

 Mayor Reynolds was troubled by traffic problems in the city. Wichitaw was a total gridlock from one end of Main Street to the other on a daily basis.

       "This is getting on my nerves, something has to give, I demand some action, call a meeting of the city council at once!"  His face was thunderously angry as he shouted this order to his secretary. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his nose.
 
     "Yes sir!" Sarah responded. "I will try to set the meeting for tomorrow, we can e-mail all the members of the council and set up a video conference. Do you want me to prepare an agenda or will you do that? I will need it very fast!"  Wiping her nose with a tissue, she waited for his response.

        "You do that please Sarah! Make sure you include an item for me under AOB, regarding the pollution generated by this continual snarl up of traffic. I need to get a few new ideas on the statute book as soon as possible." He searched his pocket for a clean handkerchief.

    "Yes Sir!  I will get started immediately. Your first appointment with Professor Rinski, will be one hour behind schedule as he is running late due to a traffic holdup. He should be arriving very shortly shall I send him right in as soon as he arrives?" Sarah sneezed loudly and uncontrollably.

    "Yes please! Oh remind me what he wants. I have an obscure note about the implications and respiratory costs incurred by carbon monoxide poisoning. E-mail  me all the information at once please, and send in some hard copies. Thanks Sarah!" The Mayor couldn't help dabbing the end of his nose with a tissue, pulled from a box kept in his desk. Good job this isn't visual, he thought.

       "Yes Sir!" Replied Sarah, clearing her throat politely 

    Suddenly a loud ringing of his personal mobile phone intruded, Mayor Reynolds sighed, he was aware who was calling at this time. Sure enough her name came up and he was obliged to answer. Sniffing silently, he pressed the receive call button.

        "Hallo Mary my love! Is everything alright?" His voice sounded thick with the continual fluid generated by a sudden sneeze.

      "No Henry! Sorry to trouble you at work, both of the children are unable to go to school today as they have gone down with the "shoo" bug that's going around!" Suddenly there was a loud clearing of her throat as Mary waited for a reply

        "Shoo bug? Is that the respiratory problem that is affecting many of our aged relations? Have you called the Doctor?" A worried Mayor tried to hold back a sniffle.
 
       "Of course Henry, but he is stuck in traffic and I wonder if you can call in a helicopter to get the children to hospital! Please darling!" Mary couldn't contain an uncontrollable cough.

     "Oh no! I will try but all our city helicopters are in use at present. Wait there for the doctor and I will get back to you!" The mayor coughed in response.
  
     The internal telephone then loudly sounded as Sarah, quietly coughing into a tissue, announced the arrival of Professor Rinski.

"Send him in please Sarah!" The Mayor responded with a silent sniffle as he could feel yet another sneeze welling up inside.

    A minute later the office door opened to reveal a figure dressed in what appeared to be a lightweight diving suit, covering his total body with a microphone attached to a round plastic headpiece. There was a distinct resemblance to a knight of times gone by, except he was wearing a suit of plastic instead of metal and there were a number of air filters attached to the front and rear of his head.

"Good morning!"  A metallic voice greeted the stunned mayor.




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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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INSPIRATION MONDAY ~ CLOUD STORAGE  ~ 15TH SEPTEMBER 2015

17/9/2015

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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.

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