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No. Fickle fish.


Cake and Coffee Time. By CpSingleton © 2016
There was once indeed a man in the moon.

He was old and jolly, insightful, but not too wise.

He would sit in his favourite deckchair, barefoot, and twistle the sand with his toes. 

After a breakfast of cake and coffee, brought every Thursday in a tight container, by his daughter and her bear, he would contemplate the movement of the stars. 

He could, at certain times draw dot-to-dot and write whole stories from the positions they occupied.

He would reproduce them in the moon’s floury surface, with the intention of asking his daughter’s bear for a pen and paper.

Some would be considered good.

Many of the tales would have taught the universe a great lesson on the merits kindness and humanity.

He never, however, got around to copying them on to paper.

Every evening he would sigh and wash his dirty writing finger as he looked at the wonderful words he had composed in the sandy ground, spreading out as far as the eye could see.

Yet, who would read them? Who would take the advice of a man who lived on a floating rock? He thought. Society would laugh at my thoughts.

The warm fuzzy, nihilistic thoughts ate away at him until he grabbed a brush and cleared away his hard work.

“Today will take care of itself,” he grumbled. “Tomorrow: likewise. Without my help.”

He then shuffled back to his deckchair and waited for his cake and coffee.

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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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18 thoughts on “No. Fickle fish.

  1. Bless the jolly old man in the moon and his delightful musings. You on the other hand, I have no time for.

    Posted by Tosha Michelle | April 23, 2016, 1:56 pm
  2. This is lovely Chris. Written in such a magical fashion, a story within a story. Indeed, who would take advice from a man who lived on a floating rock? Marvelous line, “The warm fuzzy, nihilistic thoughts ate away at him until he grabbed a brush and cleared away his hard work.” So sad, I love his grumbling, “Today will take care of itself” and “Tomorrow: likewise. Without my help.” It’s the truth, now who is taking care of tomorrow? Surely not us! Wonderful, such a pleasure to read. ~ Mia

    Posted by Copper Cranes | April 23, 2016, 8:31 pm
  3. Then I humbly accept and bow. Fanks!
    *big mofo grin!

    Posted by cpsingleton42 | April 23, 2016, 10:01 pm
  4. Haha
    That made no sense, ya goofball!

    Posted by cpsingleton42 | April 23, 2016, 10:42 pm
  5. Cousin to the golf ball. Gotta keep you on your tippy-toes.

    Posted by Copper Cranes | April 24, 2016, 4:10 pm

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