GATOR

 

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GATOR

by John Yeo

It was the first time that Joe had been white water rafting, and he was enjoying it immensely. But as the raft rounded the river bend, they were stunned by what they saw. 

   The broiling, bubbling intensely fast deluge had brought a huge log from below the surface, that lay blocking the way. There was no visible way around this obstacle and the two friends were gobsmacked.

     “Joe lean over towards the bank, we will have to crash first, then physically try to shift that log.” yelled Frank.

           “OK Frank! We are probably too late. Look out!” 

Whack!.. A large bang; then there was a short silence as the raft collided with the log.

Then to their horror, after a fast movement the log suddenly came to life and a huge pair of teeth-lined jaws opened.

‘Oh no! That’s a huge bloody Alligator.’ thought Joe

 The raft was now upside down as the creature dived beneath the surface.

The raft continued down the rapids upside down for a few seconds then suddenly righted itself and the two friends were left looking back at the spot where the Alligator had dived beneath the surface.
 “Wow!” said Frank, “That was a narrow escape, I hope that monster doesn’t come back!”

  

  “Let’s get out of here Frank!”

 The alcohol flowed freely in their hotel later that day as the two friends related their narrow escape to all and sundry. Pretty soon with the shock and some slight exaggeration, fiction melded the facts and the Alligator became so huge it was impossible for the average sized mind to picture the beast. 

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RESOLUTION

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~30th December 2016

http://daily.wordreference.com/2016/12/30/intermediate-word-of-the-day-resolution/

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RESOLUTION

by John Yeo

  “My New Year resolution!” Exclaimed Sir Jarvis, “Is to make a million, I don’t care how I make it, I intend to cut corners, tread on the ingrained resolutely negative opinions of as many people as becomes necessary.
   I am going to look closely at what is going on in the family business and solve the problems that are haunting us. Once I bring these problems to a resolution, we will see the way ahead clearly with an improved resolution of the optical illusion that is blinding us all to the severity of the current situation.”
  The members of the board were stunned into silence at these ominous words:

   Ferdinand the manager of the family business was suddenly white with shock. “What do you mean Sir Jarvis? Treading on people! Surely not our loyal staff? Or bringing hardship to our suppliers? I can only think your resolution refers to the customers, surely we will never get away with screwing another million pounds out of our long suffering customers?”

    “No Ferdinand; none of these outrageous solutions will answer the need for a swift resolution to our problems. My ultimate resolution of this situation is to sell up and retire on the proceeds. I should easily make my resolved figure from the sale as we are still a going concern.”
  There was uproar as the members of the board realised the implications of this decision.

  Sir Jarvis was resolved in his decision and went on speaking with newly strengthened resolution. “My decision is irreversible, resolved and set in stone. I’m selling out.”

  There was a pause and Sir Jarvis went on to say. “I have had an offer from an entrepreneur who is prepared to pay the price and keep the staff on. My apologies for the suddenness of this resolution. I feel this new management will inject new ideas into our business.
Our paintings and prints, artworks and illustrations will continue to shine with an incredibly brilliant new resolution, under the golden influence of the new President. God Save the Company!”

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MESS

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ 19th December 2016

Word for the day ~ MESS

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MESS

By John Yeo

“How the heck are we going to get out of this mess? The books will never balance unless we get a new set of staff to manage the North office.”

  “Boss I had to get rid of everyone in one swoop. The accountants warned us that the whole branch was in such a mess that it was liable to bring the company down.” This was said with some vehemence by Jack Smithers the MD:

    “Look here Smithers; I asked you to go in hard and sort out the mess! Not mess the whole thing up; by sacking everyone and  closing the branch down.”

  “But Sir Brian….”

  “Don’t but me Smithers: You’re a mess. You’re fired. Now get out of here!”

 Jack Smithers gulped and looking angry he shouted back at this cruel ruthless obnoxious tyrant.

   “Sir Brian, I have a whole new set of staff ready and waiting to reopen the North office. I have personally vetted and selected these people myself, but I refuse to allow them to begin unless you rescind this mistaken decision and offer me a substantial pay increase. This is the only way you will recover from this mess.”

    The Boss narrowed his eyes and lit a huge cigar from a box on his desk and looked thoughtfully at Smithers, then he suddenly grinned and said.  “Jack we have known each other a long time now. I trust your instincts. We will discuss this further at my club. I always think clearly over a good mess of grub from the Directors Club mess.

   The Boss flicked the ash from his cigar towards a huge ashtray located at the edge of his kidney-shaped desk, missed, and brushed the ash on the floor. As he swept the dusty fragments off the desk a cloud of messy residue blew all over his expensive suit. Looking exasperated he pressed the intercom and yelled.   “Gladys! can you come in here at once and bring something to sort a mess out?”

     “OK Sir Brian!”

  A short time later two security men entered the office and escorted Jack Smithers off the premises.

  “Sir Brian’s parting words were, “Never try to wriggle out of a mess with blackmail Smithers!”

 

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HARD HUDDLE

Prompt response based on the word of the day ~ 16th December 2016

Word for the day ~ HUDDLE

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HARD HUDDLE

By John Yeo

 

 Tom and Tess were identical twins, always together they stood by each other through thick and thin, whatever came their way. Tom would take care of Tess in every possible way. When school bullies started to bate and try to separate the twins, Tom put his arms around Tess and they went into a huddle to protect themselves from the bullying blows from all sides. Tom and Tess would then usually get rescued by a charitable passerby.

  When the twins took up self-defence lessons, their Mother wanted to know why? Laughingly she said, “ You two were huddling together before you were born; it showed up on the scan.”

  The twins were determined they were going to get their own back on these bullies and after a few self-defence lessons, they were shown how to attack and fight back. The next time they encountered these people on the way home; they went into the usual huddle together. The bullies then responded by attacking the twins; raining blows on the two clinging, huddling twins. Suddenly the twins; like the proverbial worms turned and started fighting back, drawing blood from two of the attackers instantly. The rest ran furiously away defeated; leaving the two ringleaders huddled together in a pool of their own blood.

  Tom and Tess left school and became directors of a group of companies that was christened the “Hard Huddle:”  encompassing many diverse areas of business that were successful by grouping loosely together in a defensive huddle of companies.

 

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CRANK-SHAFTED

 

Prompt response based on the word of the day

Word for the day ~ CRANK

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CRANK-SHAFTED

by John Yeo

 “I tell you he’s a cranky old buzzard! Every time one of the local’s dogs pulls on the lead and steps onto his front lawn, he races out of the front door yelling his head off; cursing and waving his arms around. Why doesn’t he invest in a fence alongside the path? In my view, he ought to be locked up before he resorts to violence!”  Mrs. Manners was annoyed and sounding off at PC Bott.

“Hmm!” Said the Constable thoughtfully:  “You say he charges out of his door shouting? Has he ever made any direct threats of violence, or actually attacked anyone?”

“Not that I know of,” replied Mrs. Manners. “I will certainly ask around; lots of the neighbours here are fed up with the old rascal.”

 “Well, Mrs. Manners, I will have a word with him about this threatening behaviour and see what he has to say, but that is all I can do.”

 “I hope you won’t mention my name Constable, I don’t want any trouble, he’s probably mad at me since my husband went for him with a car crank handle. Purely in self-defence, you understand.”

 “Your husband did what? Exactly what do you mean by self-defence?” Asked the police officer suddenly stern in his manner.

   Mrs. Manners hesitated for a moment before she said with tears in her eyes. “Well, it happened this morning: Our little doggie Poochie pulled on the lead as we passed the property, and did his business on the old man’s lawn. I always pick the droppings up with a plastic bag. There was the usual terrible reaction as the old man came charging at me shouting and swearing. My husband had been trying to start the car with a crank handle and as the madman came rushing towards him he hit him with the crank handle.”

 “Don’t worry Mrs. Manners, I’ll deal with this: Is your husband home? I will need him to be here.”

   “Yes Constable: He’s indoors, he will be a great help with your enquiries.”

  The policeman took a deep breath and picked his radio up!

 “Can I have backup urgently please!”

 

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25h November 2016 ~ Poetry Challenge ~ Day 25

2016 November PAD Chapbook Challenge: Day 25

By: Robert Lee Brewer ~ November 25, 2016

For today’s prompt, write a tape poem. The poem could be about transparent tape, duct tape, video tape, or even tape worm. Anything that you can bend into a tape poem is fair game.

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TAPED

by John Yeo

Gwendolyn sat stately in her study;
A robber entering through the sliding door,
Brushes at hand poised and almost ready.

Her easel was set up firm and steady.
The villain approached silently and sure;
Gwendolyn sat stately in her study.

Gwendolyn thought this shade far too ruddy ;
The figure crept across the shiny floor.
Brushes at hand poised and almost ready.

The artist picked a gun up carefully;
Two hands reached out as she began to draw,
Gwendolyn sat stately in her study.

She felt the rough tape cross her mouth tightly,
She coolly fired once, then once more.
Gwendolyn sat stately in her study
Brushes at hand poised and almost ready.

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UNINVITED GUESTS

This is a response to a prompt on Robert Lee Brewer’s blog, Poetry Asides,

on  WritersDigest.com.

The prompt No 373  is to write a card poem.

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UNINVITED GUESTS

by John Yeo

Devils, Witches, Wizards, and Goblins too,
Rocking the night away.
A banquet was served of deviled kidney stew
As the monsters were at play.
Sour cream sauce and blood-red wine!
Mingled together in a heady brew
Kept the evil frivolity under way.

Bong! As a clang of the doorbell-gong.
Announced a late arrival,
A phantom butler answered the door.
Then jumped back in horror and fright.
There in a shining white clerical collar
Stood a ghastly frightful nightmarish sight
A priest stood smiling broadly.

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The Party-Host, a satanic prince, looked hard,
Scrutinized the interloper closely.
“Who are you? Can I see your invitation card?
This is a private haunting party.”
The priest put his hands up in horror and said
“I am not here to party, I am here to complain.
Would you kindly keep the noise down

The noise in the graveyard is waking the dead.”

~

It was then the turn of the host to smile
As he motioned the priest to enter.
“Here is a special invitation card.
Stay with us for a while.
While we wait for our friends from the graveyard.
Stay and enjoy the party.”

 

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