Writer’s prompt
First sentence ~ Last sentence
Ask a friend to write down two sentences. The sentences should be seemingly unrelated.

Two sentences from Margaret which must begin and end the story. Either one first or last.

(1) Mary arrived at the station just as the last train of the day was leaving.

(2) There was a clap of thunder and flash of lightning just before the lights went out.




by John Yeo 

    There was a clap of thunder and flash of lightning just before the lights went out.
    “Not another bloody power cut! I will have to remember where I put the candles Sooty!”
  Mary cursed as she tripped over a pair of red high heeled shoes she had kicked off in the hall earlier. “I was fortunate there, wasn’t I Sooty?”

  Mary had developed the habit of talking to her feline friend over the years.
When her best friend Sue remarked on this habit over afternoon tea one day. Mary responded with the reply; “She often answers with purrs, mews and a friendly rub on my legs.”
   Sadly on this occasion Sooty was invisible as her black fur had made her melt into the background.
  Mary was able to locate candles and even a torch with live batteries, which was a surprise as she hadn’t used it for months.
  Another crash of thunder shook the very foundations of the house and with a loud squeal, Sooty jumped on her lap.
    A flash of lightning lit up the room and the sound of heavy rain on the windows heralded another crash of thunder.
     “Not really a night for going out Sooty; but I will have to go and check on Mum in Walford, 20 miles away. She is on her own and probably scared to death. I can’t get a signal for my IPhone, due to this weather. I will have to take the car.”
Ten minutes later, found Mary desperately trying to start her car without any success.
   “Damn it Sooty! I will have to take a taxi, it will be expensive, but at least I will be able to get a train home. I will have to brave the weather and walk down to the taxi rank. A good fifteen minute walk away: Now where did I put the umbrella?”
  Luckily there was a taxi on the rank and an hour later Mary was knocking loudly on her Mothers front door. There was no response and she was getting quite worried; when Mrs. Harvey a neighbour appeared and said,
  “She was fine earlier, I have a spare key, I can let you in if you like, Mary.”

     “Yes please Mrs. Harvey.”

     A shocking sight greeted their eyes as they entered the hall, Mary’s mother was lying unconscious in the hall.
  Mary quickly called an ambulance from her mother’s line and two paramedics arrived.
‘Good job there is a connection here she thought’
   With a sigh of relief Mary saw her Mother revived and there wasn’t anything seriously wrong. The ambulance took her to hospital for a few checks and she was kept in overnight.
  Mary realised she had made no arrangements for transport to get her back to her home. A friendly paramedic offered to drop her off at the railway station.

  Mary arrived at the station just as the last train of the day was leaving.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.


16th November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 16

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 16
By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 16, 2016

For today’s prompt, take the phrase “Play (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then write the poem. Possible titles include: “Play Nice,” “Play Fair,” “Play Hard,” “Play the Guitar,” etc.

I have written two poems today, both a hard and a soft approach to the prompt. Margaret likes both and I decided to publish both. 


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by John Yeo

“You’re Fired! Get out!”
“Security, show him the door.
Call the police, throw him out,
We can’t afford him anymore.
We hired him to work on trust
To secure our reputation.
We needed a profitable thrust
Without financial complication.
He played the market recklessly
Defying warnings along the way.
Living a financial fantasy,
Gambling past futures away;
The bank could come to grief
We will never recover completely,
The man is a foolish lying thief
Playing the market with our money.

Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved


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by John Yeo

Red and golden autumn leaves, fluttering wildly in the breeze.
Kick them into piles and laugh, pile them up and play castles.
Yellow and brown leaves mingling freely, together with golden red.
Help to pile them higher and higher, tomorrow we’ll light a bonfire.

After breakfast we sit on a log as Daddy prepares the bonfire.
“Jenny suddenly shouts “Stop! Please wait, move the leaves away.”
Surprisingly underneath the heap a baby hedgehog has made a home.
Jenny says, “Can we keep it Dad?” cuddling the soft spines closely.


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For today’s prompt, take the phrase “My (blank), the (blank),” replace the blanks with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include: “My Dentist, the Torture Expert,” “My Lunch, the Thing I Got Out of the Vending Machine,” “My Father, the Comedian,” or “My Life, the Punchline.”


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by John Yeo

My tiny little green acorn

The seed of a mighty Oak.

I found it on my walk today

Green and shiny in a cup.


I planted the acorn in a pot

Nothing happened for a month

I dug it up to take a look

My acorn had turned brown.


I covered the lifeless looking seed

With fresh soil and water.

One year later a tiny shoot

With two green leaves appeared.


A baby tree quickly grew

With a twig for a trunk.

Then my  lively baby Oak

Became too big for the pot.

I dug a hole in my garden

Then planted my growing Oak.

Five years later our tree provides

Shelter and shade for our family.

As time passes my great tree

Is now home to many creatures.

Birds, insects and squirrells

Live there and eat the seeds.


When I pass away from my life,

When I am no longer here to see.

My Oak will continue to grow

And become my legacy.


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

Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”