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The Wall (Part 4) By CpSingleton (c) 2014


Then it was, during a break in the rain clouds, as the sun bathed his skin through the charity shop window, that Colin came across a film called, Men Who Stare At Goats.
The DVD cover photo, with four giants of the silver screen and a nameless goat looking resolutely ahead, was enough to attract his attention. He bought it immediately for one whole, standard English pound and practically jogged home.

Later, as he watched it he was struck with what a funny, yet a sad tale it was. Colin adored the film immediately.
However it wasn’t until he checked out the Special Features that he found something which blew his little mind to smithereens!
He came across what was, to him, proof that psychics existed!
He watched a documentary telling him that American and Russian governments had been involved in actually training soldiers to walk through walls and find people in other countries with only the power of their minds!
With new vigour, and a belief that it was surely destiny who brought the DVD and himself together, Colin trained harder.
He researched exercises on the web. He practised meditation. He turned to vegetarianism.
He became obsessed.
He also broke his nose and battered his rubber lips so many times on the solid wall of his bedroom that his mother was convinced that he was being bullied.
The pain only served to push him further.
He watched the film every day. Sometimes even three times a day.
He was convinced that if Kevin (K-Pax) Spacey and Obi-wan Mcgregor were involved then there was no doubt it could work.
If only he could train his body and mind to accept that everything was made up of atoms and that in between those atoms must be space. A space that his body, also made up of atoms and space, should surely pass through if charged towards at a fast enough velocity.
The day eventually came when he was prepared to tell himself that he was ready.
That he was ready to be the first human to manipulate atoms.
That he, Colin Marion Worthington, was ready to pass right through the wall of his bedroom and then…who knows. The world would be his psychic playground. He would be a Jedi master. He would save trapped cats and foil bank robberies. He would get the girl and treat her to a Big Mac meal. He would be the one that the kids strived to be and not the one they sniggered at. In short: he would be the HERO!
He watched the film one last time, as a kind of reassurance for his excited mind.
He then relaxed his thoughts and controlled his pulse.
He flexed his body and stretched his muscles.
He moved to the far end of his tiny bedroom, breathed in deeply and then out several times.
He thanked the universe for the opportunity and then took the five swift strides across his busy floor.
Five strides that were most obviously not nearly enough to force himself through to the other side.
The initial burst of excitement he felt as his body broke the shell of physical law was soon replaced by absolute claustrophobic terror!
Luckily for this psychic guru he had a huge conk of a nose. If not, he would have found himself entombed in the dividing wall with no way to breath.


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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