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I am a liar! A maker-uper of stories! If this was the 16 (c) I'd be burned as a witch. Fank goodness it is not, eh?! I have four children: two wonderful girls, a fantastic lad and Leeds United. I have no strict genre. I write children's poetry and stories, to edgy, stronger themes. Up until now I have stored them for my own and my family's viewing. Last year i thought bugger it and starred in several short films. One, Playground, which is on the BBC Film Network, used the monologue that I wrote for the audition. You should've seen the face of the receptionist, of the Manchester hotel, where the audition was being held, as I turned up dressed as the psychopath, Gordon. It got the desired effect! I then moved up to Cumbria and wrote and appeared in several live performances on stage. 2012. A local artist, Kayleigh Richardson, commissioned me to write a poem for her to paint a representation. I sent her, The Rise of the Robot Monkey Army. Kayleigh painted a fantastic piece that blew my mind! From that we are collaborating on the Jacob Bear series of stories. Oh and Two's Company is to published, along with seventeen other Sci Fi short stories as part of a collection. Not a bad start to the, so called, last year of the Earth. Now is the time to show the rest of you. I take my themes wherever i see them, whether in reality or dream-world. I hope you enjoy. If not tell me why. If so tell me why. Many thanks and be safe. So far I have published: Jacob Bear's first Christmas,https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007GK872A (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007GK872A (USA) Jacob Bear Goes to School https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007JD3OKY (UK) http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007JD3OKY (USA Jacob's First Words https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007VZWPSC (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007VZWPSC (USA) Space Here https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007H96M90 (UK) &http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007H96M90#reader_B007H96M90 The Rise of the Sponge Cake Moon https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B007WWZ16M (UK) & http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007WWZ16M (USA) © Madstoffa, 2012. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.
Chris42 has written 4119 posts for Madstoffa's crunchy house!

No. 3915

You. (part 2) By C A Middleton © 2018 I have crashed so many times Through walls and Off high mountains. My aircraft has Ditched into many seas. Each salty wave filled my lung; Every swell dragged me To darker depths. Yet, while chaos melded New molecules with The screams of dying cells, And as … Continue reading

No. 3914

Limbic Limbo! By C A Middleton © 2018 Ah, the bitter taste of imaginary defeats Jammed inside The limbic system Like a DVD. Who is the presser of Play? I am! I wait until my eyes are flicking Left and right; When REM Flicks up a thumb, Out comes my Lonnnnnnnng index finger and WHACK … Continue reading

No. 3913

Shine On. By C A Middleton © 2018 Welcome to my fence. It’s just been painted. Each post and bar Formerly stained With past foes’ graffiti. Not any more. Now the sun is shining. It’s time to tell Mnemosyne Her fruit is old news. She says, ”Dwell in the old room and I’ll wave off … Continue reading

No. 3920

Just Hush. By C A Middleton @ 2018 Can you hear me? Can I hear myself? I’m cocooned In this floating moment Without the need for breath. A little spot where The fluttering molecules of Dust meld into The skin they once fell from To form phantasms who Sit and smile across at me. No … Continue reading

No. 3912

Advice From Some Old Dude In My Mind. By C A Middleton © 2018 I’ve just seen the inside Of my mind. There’s an old guy With a grin Sitting at a well-used desk. Amidst the clutter, and Scones with butter, is A book with his name on. Oh, look, There’s another. He shrugs and … Continue reading

No. 3911

Refill? By C A Middleton ©2018 The empty glass slides across The pitted table. All voices drop In anticipation. The clouds break their chase and Stare down. The west wind ceases its game to follow suite. Even the guns across the world Jam; their triggers freeze and Blood waits behind soft skin. Trolls leave their … Continue reading

No. 3910

Tales. By C A Middleton © 2018 You may say your were a Moses; Each child a straightened rod. That you parted rushing water In the name of your own God. But Don’t tell me such tales With your eyes in mine. You may think you were the saviour Pinned yourself to your own wood … Continue reading

No. 3909

Beauty in Death. By C A Middleton © 2018 Some people are strange. They dress their rooms in dead organisms, and feel nothing but joy in such a hobby, never imagining the pain they inflict. How far we have come? Why not also hang the skulls Of grimacing animals Alongside the family snapshots? Oh, right, … Continue reading

Updates and tings.

Not one to tempt fate, though I am trying to break such superstitious habits, but I have just had a lovely start to the day. No! Not that, you filthy minded swines! I Received an email from a publisher who would like to publish The Custodian. You know, the one my own father said, and … Continue reading

No. 3908

Anyone Want To Know How A Random Mind Functions on Little Sleep? Here it Bee or A Wasp…by Perfy Crowup’s son Mad Winkle McNugget. Or C A Middleton © (if it’s required under such circumstances) 2018 The bandstand filled with every instrument known to humankind. The leader, a Mr Susan George Gary Miranda Morporth Wilderyears, … Continue reading

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