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The Treacle Rush

The Treacle Rush. Part 2 (Re-edited) By CpSingleton (c) 2012


‘Ahhh, Brews!’ Si announced with a wide grin.

Nige, tray of steaming cups of tea and coffee in hand, shakily made his way to the grubby coffee table, with the cups tinkering like wind-chimes.

‘Next time, some other twat can make the ’em,’ he grumbled to all and nobody as he plucked his favourite cup from the tray.

‘We’re guests,’ replied the gangling figure with wide, crazy eyes, that was Gazza.

‘Fuck off, Gazza,’ countered Nige. ‘You and Lexxie’re here more than me.’

‘I’m not havin’ that,’ Gazza countered jovially. ‘What say you, Lex, old lad?’

Across the room, in the corner chair, Lex, Lexxie, or just plain Alex, sat slumped, with left leg crossed casually over its brother.

‘Me neither, Gazza, old fella mi lad,’ He replied. ‘I’m not sure that I’m even here now.’

The room laughed in appreciation.

‘Have you heard who’s number one?’ asked a more effeminate voice of Besty, his shocking red hair poking out of his L.A. Raiders cap, like a breakout at spider prison. ‘Fuckin’ Turtle Power!’

‘Fuckin’ Turtle Power,’ repeated Tigger in a monotone drawl. He leaned over to take a cup from the tray and made it look like a “Krypton Factor” task.

‘That’s your favourite song of all time, in’t it Tigger?’ Si asked monotone-boy, releasing himself from Lisa and swiping the cup Tigger had been pondering over.

‘Get up, Colon,’ Nige demanded.

‘Why? I were sat here first,’ Colon droned.

‘Since when were you, in any universe, sat there first?’ Nige asked, spilling his coffee carelessly, as he articulated his point. ‘That chair has been in our family since before either of us were born?’


‘No buts Colon: It’s my chair.’

‘Like yer top Claire,’ Lisa said, leaning behind Si. ‘Where’d you get it?’

And so it went on: the two girls swapped make-up techniques and what hair spray did the most damage to the ozone; the boys engaged in banter tennis.

Soon enough for some, yet not for Colon, Gimpy arrived.


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.


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