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FLOWER GRAFFITI ~ 12th APRIL 2016

14/4/2016

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FLOWER GRAFFITI
by John Yeo

    Annabelle was a creative, artistic sensitive young woman. At art college she fell heavily in love with Dominic a fellow student who seemed to be on the same wavelength in all things. They became inseparable, and it was certain they would get through the exams together with flying colours.
   They were indeed colourful, extrovert and prepared to go to any lengths to express their natural artistic talents. Dominic would draw lightning sketches of passers by in the city centre for money, a form of busking that helped to pay the bills. Annabelle also painted and was developing a market for portraits, from among her friends and family.
   Annabelle had a younger brother, Toby, a mischievous youngster who was struggling with his,  A level exams and running around with a crowd of young daredevils who would stop at nothing to get some thrills from life.
    Toby, like his sister, was also artistic, but sadly he expressed his talent in a different way. Toby was a graffiti artist, specialising in painting on high office blocks and skyscrapers.
    One day the group dared him to paint a huge red poppy on the twenty-seventh floor of a large office block in the city centre. A building that was the headquarters of a major European bank.

    “No! I could never do that without the right equipment. I would need a window cleaning cradle and you would all have to be there to manhandle the hoist.”

   “We have thought of that, we have a hoist secreted at the back of the building and we are ready to go. Tomorrow is poppy day and your art will make the front page of every national daily paper in the country! You will be famous when the truth comes out.”


   Toby outrightly refused to have anything to do with this plan and later that day he confided in Dominic.

   The next morning every newspaper in the country carried banner headlines that described four huge red poppies painted on the fourth floor walls of a major city office block to remember the dead in two world wars.

  Dominic, Annabelle and Toby all smiled knowingly at each other, and admired their poppies from below.

    Dominic laughed at Toby and said. “Height is not important. In Art it is the statement that counts!”

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FELT CASTLES ~ 6th APRIL 2016

8/4/2016

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A prompt response for Inspiration Monday ~ Felt Castles

FELT CASTLES
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.

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RENTED IDENTITY ~ 2nd MARCH 2016

4/4/2016

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A prompt response for Inspiration Monday: ~ Rental Identity.

RENTED IDENTITY,
by John Yeo

“I want it to be an unbreakable transformation. An identity that is so secure that even my own Mother would not be able to recognise me. Is that possible?”

 The identity broker smiled benevolently and replied.
“Of course Sir! Anything is possible if the funds are available. We have experts in dialect who can alter the way you pronounce words. We've got surgeons who can alter your appearance in many ways. Psychologists who can change your learned behaviour and characteristics. We also have a revolutionary new treatment that takes the essence of your being and reshapes your body.”

  “What are your prices?”

“Well Sir,  prices vary accordingly. Our popular identity rental is very reasonable, a fixed rental price is agreed for the life of the identity, and should a reversion procedure be required, we just charge a payment for the restoration treatment.
 A permanent identity change is of course possible. For an irreversible procedure a non-refundable fee is required.
Then there is our revolutionary new one-off treatment, where we guarantee an unidentifiable result.
A fluid dynamic chemical ooze of a variation of different identities that merge together in total integration. The previous personality takes over control and finally controls the identity of the whole. A higher power intervenes and takes control.”  replied the broker.

 “What if something goes wrong?”

  “My good friend, we have been trading from time immemorial. We have a full money back guarantee, if you are not completely satisfied.”
With an air of total reassurance, the broker pulled a catalogue from a bureau full of glowing testimonials from unidentifiable previous customers.

“These testimonials are from unidentifiable people, Mr Broker! How do I know they are genuine?”

 “My friend surely this is proof of our procedures the final results are unidentifiable. These are satisfied rental customers who have ongoing aftercare built into the contract.”


  “I may try the revolutionary agreement. I have a question, If I go for your top procedure, where do the personalities in the fluid dynamic chemical ooze come from?”

   “Thank you Sir, you will not be disappointed if you join our roll of honourable identity transformations.”

   “You didn't answer my question, Mr Broker where does the ooze form and from whose personality?”

  “This is confidential information my friend, on both sides of the dividing line. Have no fear there will be no sudden surprises. Sign here for a new life and a new you. Well done you will not be disappointed! Step into this transformation unit and I will be back shortly to start things at once.”

There was a strange gurgling sound as the door to the unit closed behind him. He suddenly realised where the oozing personalities were from, as he began to feel himself drawn into a primeval chemical soup.

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