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COMPASSION ~16th SEPTEMBER 2015

18/9/2015

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 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)

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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FOLLOW YOUR DREAM ~ 3rd September 2015

5/9/2015

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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 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)

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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SOLED AND HEELED ~ 27th August 2015

29/8/2015

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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 week’s photo prompt is provided by Dawn M. Miller.

SOLED AND HEELED.
by John Yeo

Lord Fauntleroy trekking in the backwoods with his retinue of servants, settled down for the night to rest within the canvas walls of his luxury tent. The encampment was chosen with care by his butler and personal friend Cox. His Lordship took off his trekking boots and carefully laid them side-by-side outside the door flap of his palatial tent. "Cox will deal with those," he muttered to himself, before he retired for the night.
Soon he was awoken by bright lights and a whirring sound outside the encampment. He opened the flap to his tent to behold a wondrous sight. A huge alien saucer-shaped craft was drifting noiselessly above. Suddenly with a squelch and a sucking noise all the equipment and the people in the encampment were lifted into the spacecraft using some form of transference technology. In the morning the only signs of the good Lord and his retinue were a solitary pair of boots laid side by side in the middle of a pathway. Search parties are combing the area to no avail.

(175 WORDS)

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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THE MESSAGE ~ 20th August 2015

22/8/2015

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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 week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com

THE MESSAGE

by John Yeo

“Come and buy my pretty balloons, you will have fun, if you buy one of my beautiful balloons.” The lady selling the balloons, smiled right at Mary.
” How much for a balloon?” Mary’s mother asked.
“£5 pounds each.”
“Please Mummy,” begged little Mary, “I need the little girl halfway up.”“OK! Can I have the one she wants please.”
The balloon seller smiled.
“Fill your name and address in here and should your balloon escape and fly away high in the sky, there’s a phone number on here that the finder can ring and you could win lots of money if it lands very far away.”
When they got home Rags the family dog saw Mary’s new balloon and jumped upon her barking and wagging his tail. Mary bent to stroke him and let go of her new balloon that went flying high in the sky.
“Oh! Rags, you made me let go!”
Six months later a telephone call came to say that Mary’s balloon had reached Thailand, and she had won the prize of £500 pounds.

(175 Words)

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

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THE DREAM ~ 12th August 2015

14/8/2015

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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 week’s photo prompt is provided by Sonya with the blog, Only 100 Words. Thank you Sonya!

THE DREAM

by John Yeo

Deafening thunderclaps, with forked lightning striking the tower, torrential rain. A rude awakening as the huge storm ripped her from the dream that haunted her every night she could remember of her very short life.
Always the same cold thick stone walls surrounding her, with a very thick heavy door that prevented her from leaving.
Taunted daily by her captor who was out to break her spirit and force her into a marriage that she wanted no part in. The windows were slits in the thick brickwork sited just above the bed where she slept.
One day a single horse galloped up to the castle walls.
“Hail to you!” Came a call.
Excited, she was unable to clearly respond and pushed her pink scarf through a gap in the slits that served as windows.
There was no sound and her captor allowed the young knight into the castle.
Then she heard the sound of a dreadful sword fight with clashing of steel on steel.
The heavy door to her tower prison was suddenly thrown open……

175 WORDS)

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

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The Standing Stones ~ 6th August 2015

8/8/2015

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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 week’s photo prompt is provided by Louise with “The Storyteller’s Abode.”

THE STANDING STONES
by John Yeo

Petey and Sarah were very excited, the half term picnic was under way.
“There are some curious stones in a corner of the field,” the farmer said “They are very old and historical. There is a mysterious story attached to these stones, they are reputed to be haunted.”
Everyone then settled down in the field to enjoy a feast and examine the curious stones.
Father awoke a short time later after a sound sleep, to find the rest of the family fast asleep. He rubbed his eyes and woke everybody up, then recounted a very strange dream.
“There were many people in pure white animal skins carrying spears,”
“That’s right!” Sarah interrupted, “I saw them in my dream too, they
were chanting and dancing.”
“I saw them too!” Petey piped up, “they were dragging a little lamb by the ears.”
Mummy said “The next part was too horrible, I had the same dream, the poor little lamb was slaughtered.”
The shocked family then jumped into the car and rushed home. Strangely haunted by standing-stones.(175 Words)

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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TERROR IN THE VINEYARD ~ FLASH FICTION ~ 8TH JULY 2015

10/7/2015

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Grapevines photographed by Vanessa Rodriguez.

FLASH FICTION ~ 8TH JULY 2015 ~

Attempt No. 1

We were off to work in France for the holidays backpacking, we planned to spend a couple of weeks in Burgundy's Cote d'Or
The vineyard spread for miles
Mainly red grapes were grown here, known universally as blood on the vine
Vineyard work for backpackers in France fruit-picking
9 euros an hour, September to October.
Beautiful sunny warm weather with long days to spend in the great outdoors close to nature
We stayed in a workers purpose built house where we slept 4 to a room. Men had their rooms with facilities for ablutions attached and there was a couple of rooms reserved for the women. We enjoyed our meals in a clean spacious kitchen attached to the building. The work is hard and the hours are long.
We were too tired in the evenings to do anything but eat and sleep.
There was a terrifying scream that woke everybody in the middle of the night. We threw our clothes on and raced outside . A volley of shots rang out as the foreman appeared with a smoking gun, a wild boar had roamed into the vineyard
That night 100 workers feasted on fresh wild boar meat

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Attempt No.2

We had been backpacking in France all summer. Excitedly we arrived in Burgundy's Cote d'Or, at the gates of a vineyard that spread for miles. We were going to work here fruit picking for a couple of weeks. The long September days of sunny warm weather, working and living the dream in the great outdoors close to nature earning the princely sum of 8 euros an hour.
We stayed in a workers purpose built house where we slept 4 to a room. Men had their rooms with facilities for ablutions attached and there was a couple of rooms reserved for the women. We enjoyed our meals in a clean spacious kitchen attached to the building.
We were too tired in the evenings to do anything but eat and sleep.
There was a terrifying scream that woke everybody in the middle of the night. We threw our clothes on and raced outside . A volley of shots rang out as the foreman appeared with a smoking gun, a wild boar had roamed into the vineyard
That night 100 workers feasted on fresh wild boar meat

to encounter a wild boar that had roamed into the vineyard.

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Attempt No.3 ~ Finally finished
FLASH FICTION FOR ASPIRING WRITERS

TERROR IN THE VINEYARD
by John Yeo

"We had been backpacking in France all summer. Excitedly we arrived in Burgundy's Cote d'Or, at the gates of a vineyard that spread for miles. We were going to work here fruit picking for a couple of weeks. The long September days of sunny warm weather, working and living the dream in the great outdoors close to nature, earning the princely sum of 8 euros an hour.
We stayed in a workers purpose built house where we slept 4 to a room. The men had their rooms with facilities for ablutions attached and there were a couple of rooms reserved for the women.
We were too tired in the evenings to do anything but eat and sleep.
One day a terrified woman screamed. A terrifying scream that startled everybody in the middle of the vineyard. We threw our baskets down and raced forward . A volley of shots rang out as the foreman appeared with a smoking gun, a wild boar had roamed into the vineyard.
That night 100 workers feasted on fresh wild boar meat."

(175 Words)
Copyright © ~ Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

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Grapevines photographed by Vanessa Rodriguez.

This was the way I put this small piece of Flash fiction together from the prompt appearing on my timeline. I received a photograph of a vineyard, and my imagination just went in to overdrive. I spent a while researching all I could on French vineyards I chose France because I love the country and I love the French vineyards.
I looked up the seasons of the wine production, when the fruit is picked, casual work fruit picking in France, the wages, and accommodation.
I wanted a point to my story and there were not enough words to incorporate the death of a worker in the vineyard. I then had the idea of a wild animal on the rampage, but I was still very short of space to fit the ideas together.
I looked up wild animals in France, not very many! I thought of an escapee from a circus, perhaps a panther, or another big cat on the loose in the French countryside, living off the smaller animals in the wild. Finally
I settled for a Wild Boar, they are a fearsome native species and there are still some on the prowl.
I am very satisfied with the resulting piece of work.

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COMPASSION ~16th SEPTEMBER 2015

FOLLOW YOUR DREAM ~ 3rd September 2015

SOLED AND HEELED ~ 27th August 2015

THE MESSAGE ~ 20th August 2015

THE DREAM ~ 12th August 2015

The Standing Stones ~ 6th August 2015

TERROR IN THE VINEYARD ~ FLASH FICTION ~ 8TH JULY 2015

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