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The Doldrums of Drew. By CpSingleton © 2017

Drew sprawled out on the bed, legs wide apart, hands on the crown of his head, as if being arrested, and closed his eyes to the disappointing world around him.

Within the shell he inhabited he clasped the key to his dark place. 

A garden where the trees where charred black and leafless. The sky above was a stew of unwanted thoughts and the air was sour to the taste.

Drew had felt that way since he’d first groaned open his heavy lids that morning, half-expecting them to creak as they went. 

Every now and again his brain would take Drew’s hand and push him towards the precipice of his consciousness, where he would 

see and hear snippets of conversations from the mouths of strangers and the long since scrubbed from his play.

He only once tipped over the precipice, feeling the empty echoing bite his soul, before spitting him back into reality with a gasp of confused breath.

The night would be long, unless he found another garden to stroll in.

A garden with flora not long since rotten; a place where the fairies played with abandon and didn’t just stand like puppets, staring at the rotting corpses of kin they didn’t have the strength to bury.

Drew dragged himself up the bed and leaned his heavy head against the pillows, before glancing down at the black abscess of a television that sat on a table just beyond his feet.

He wouldn’t turn it on. What was the point? Some loony had been inaugurated as president and the world was a yin and yang of fascist fury and democratic delusion. Each of the many channels of shit would be showing something to dedicate the day of decline.

Drew presumed that world loved to replay past madnesses. Just like some of the channels of shit. 

One moment mouths were wide with horror at the evils of humans and they next they were doing it all again.

Thousands of years of copies. Only the styles and clarity of colour on the TV screen altered.

Drew stood, yawned and then slipped his whole body under the cover to wait for tomorrow.

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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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