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Short no. 42

Seymour Proves His Mother Wrong. By CpSingleton © 2016

Once upon a time there lived a strange nocturnal being called Seymour Moonlight. 

As a young being, in his family cave, he yearned to be able to play in the daylight, but his mother always told him no.

When pressed for her reasons to deny him his moment in the sun his mother would fill his head with nightmare images. Her stories always ended with inquisitive Nocturnes ending their big adventure by bursting into flames and dying horribly.

Then one day, when he was old enough to follow his own destiny he decided to test her theory out for himself.

Wrapped in a flame through cape, which he purchased from eBay for three moths and a glow worm, he stepped carefully out of the cave.

To his utter amazement he found that he didn’t burst into flames, after all. Therefore he pushed his way through the undergrowth that surrounded the family dwelling.

Due to the cape slipping over his head he did find it difficult to see exactly where he was going, but he still didn’t find his temperature rising in any way whatsoever.

Eventually he stepped out of the thorny bushes and on to a solid black, rock-like pathway.

It was strange trail to his feet. It seemed to buzz away to itself in a queer fashion. 

Over the next few moments, as he stood on the trail experiencing the buzzing in the soles of his little leather feet, he also noticed that it seemed to be accompanied by a deep hum that grew louder in tandem with the intensity of the strange buzzing.

His curiosity peaked, he lifted the cape from his head and was fearfully shocked to find that he still didn’t burst into flames.

He did, however find himself painfully and fatally splatted by a huge, strange beast with four wheels for legs and a heavy metal skin.

His last thoughts were, apart from a high shriek that he didn’t know his larynx could reach: 

“Ah! I knew mother was wrong!”

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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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