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.
Chris42 has written 4103 posts for Madstoffa's crunchy house!

Don’t know why I’m. Bothering, but still…

If you think you’re mad! You probably are. By C A Middleton © 2017 Saladin brushes his teeth. Why wouldn’t he? He’s an hygienic fellow-mi-lad. The words appeared behind my perceptive organs for no reason I can fathom. It’s how my mind works when it’s been forced into hiding for a few days. It flashes … Continue reading


Last Minute Questions. Recently an astute question flew my way from an intelligent mind. The question has vexed me since I started this blog to throw my ideas out to the great unknown. The query happened to be more expansive than I quote, but I’m sharing the main crux of it. “Why do you, a … Continue reading

Flash: sucker!!

A Brief Moment With A Vampyre. By C A Middleton © 2017 Phen tasted vague, frayed strips of broken memory regarding their earlier meeting. She carried the gift. Not all of her kind did. Flitting around and within the memories, like emotional weave, sang his lust for her. She also tasted a little infatuation: the … Continue reading

No. 3901

Awake The Master. By C A Middleton @ 2017 Sleep, my soul, close your eyes, Absorb the sea and swollen skies. Slip off skin and thorny coat, Feel the snake ride down your throat. Watch the moon dance on the hill, Catching girls with dreams to thrill. Up and over, down and through, Talking of … Continue reading

No. 3900

Veni. Vidi. Me tergum stetit, By C A Middleton © 2017 We complain about life, but We aren’t the doe deer. Those beautiful, yet Soulful, eyes Tell you theirs is An existence of Eventually being eaten. Whereas we were lucky enough To flower in less Terrible woodlands: Apart from environments which Those with currency Farm … Continue reading

Merry Diddleploops To ALL!!

I hope you are all safe and happy! No matter what creed, colour, religion and even Man U fans!

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Merry Whatever This is Now. By C A Middleton © 2017 13:13 Unlucky for some? Let’s see how my day comes. A quick, nervous jaunt Into the grasping hands Of a generic Asda store. I stopped in horror and A little bit of awe. Just there In between the doors. Is it the end of … Continue reading

No. 3806

Punctuation Kills Me. By C A Middleton © 2017 What a difference punctuation makes. Love Trumps Hate. Love? Trumps Hate!

No. 3805

The Last. By C A Middleton © 2017 I can’t see through eyes Clouded with a blend. Each time the devil comes I see my own end. He saunters to a stop Before the numbers reach zero. Shouting out judgments: He’s given up on his hero. The blood spatter’s dried; The curtains are closed. Despite … Continue reading

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Exclusively Lived. By C A Middleton © 2017 The future is a long time ago for him. Now he exclusively lives in the past. His brain: a weapon of mass distraction; Always ready to blast. The spirits are people with fading form, Their lullabies screech through the wall. He would tell them to quieten down, … Continue reading

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