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If there is one day that Peter despises it’s not Monday. 

Wednesday is fine by him too: it is the end of the hard part.

Weekends used to fill him with joy until the world made them just another day. They still don’t fill him with any particular sense of dread.

Thursday is a bit of an odd one, like the months March or June, but he can handle it well enough.

That leaves the TU day.

That murderously horrific day.

Even during the months of summer or when Ruby Tuesday comes on the radio and makes him think of a time when good music was made, he still shivers a little inside when Monday turns into…

Why should it bother him so? I hear you mumble. What’s with the whole Tuesday hating? It’s silly! A path to Nutsville!

The only way I can explain it sufficiently is by asking you to imagine that each year, on a particular Tuesday, for instance forty seven days before parents allow their kids to slaughter sweet and peaceful eggs, they allow the birth of thousands of Peter’s kin, smother them in lemon and sugar and scoff the poor fellows before they even learn their alphawhatsitsname, in the name of religion!

Luckily for Peter, the kid, whose plate he was heartlessly flipped on to, had murdered and munched too much to eat him.

It still filled him with dread, every year, nonetheless.

Poor Peter Pancake.

Have a heart this year and give a thought for Peter’s kin.



About Chris42

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.


16 thoughts on “THIS IS A YEAR THAT FEAR MUST CHANGE FOR PETER! By CpSingleton © 2016

  1. I wouldn’t worry too much about Peter. I’d be more concerned about you. I want pancakes now and just got back in from a run. I hate you and Peter. Off to sharpen my swords. See ya in the funny papers.

    Posted by Tosha Michelle | February 9, 2016, 3:58 pm
    • Hate’s a bit strong!!!
      Not when directed towards me: I can understand that; but not Peter!!
      Isn’t it bad enough that you will eat the poor sod?!
      You are dark soul T-bone! A dark soul.
      But I can’t help loving you! Haha

      Posted by cpsingleton42 | February 9, 2016, 4:25 pm
      • You have no idea the depth of my food depravity. My soul is black hole. My heart made of slate. My mind is full of rocks but my tummy is a happy place full of yummy, yummy pancakes.

        T-bone? You’re funny. Love, the loveable one.

        Posted by Tosha Michelle | February 9, 2016, 4:41 pm
      • Obviously!! Peter is under my bed, shaking like a shitting dog!
        I am funny. It’s a gift! Haha

        Posted by cpsingleton42 | February 9, 2016, 4:43 pm
      • In all sincerity, you truly are I’m happy to know you. I love you like a distant cousin, twice removed. Ha-ha.

        Posted by Tosha Michelle | February 9, 2016, 4:54 pm
  2. That much! I’m honoured!
    I love you like Blake’s Seven! Haha

    Posted by cpsingleton42 | February 9, 2016, 4:59 pm

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