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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Flash: growl 

A Protective Girlfriend. By C A Middleton © 2017 She had hands like a navvy and wasn’t amused when he told her so. She tightened her baboon arms around his shoulders and Baltic shot-putter legs around his torso, making him grunt. She was under two things: the duvet and the misapprehension he didn’t like her … Continue reading

Steam of…

An Attempt At Stream of Consciousness Writing From My Head Box: 4AM. (If anything offends then it’s your own problem. Own your feelings, suckers!!)   Stream of consciousness… Here we go. No stopping to reread, Just a blast of hot sticky air, Something like a beer fart Erupting through my cantankerous mind and Along my fingers … Continue reading

Flash: Fury

Tired Virgil Scolds His Culprit. By C A Middleton © 2017 Outside the boundary of constant hissing in his head, Virgil’s wife of thirty years sniffed and sneezed, farted and coughed. Was she doing it on purpose to piss me off?! He had asked himself several times. Noise. Constant bastard noise. He hadn’t slept for … Continue reading

No. 3322

Inky Pinky (For the childrens. Or in Yorkshire: For’t kids.) by Madstoffa © 2017 Inky Pinky wore her shoes  Right one left, left one right. It made her wobble when she ran Inky was a silly sight. Inky Pinky ate her lunch  Whilst standing on her head. It was funny as she slurped her soup … Continue reading

No. 3321

Goodbye. By C A Middleton © 2017 If I’m not worthy of your time, Your smiles or even Your changing styles; A three second call  As you leave your hall; The five minute brew With nothing new  To say but Hi! Then I won’t cry. I’ll just chalk you up  With the past, Drop you … Continue reading

No. 3320

Memory Scent. By C A Middleton © 2017 A smell of custard creams Wafts. A memory plays somewhere  In the deep olfactory Recesses of yestergone. A giddy boy with tingling skin In a tartan dressing gown. The Sunday floral Lux bath, After warm, calming  Buttered toast for tea. The Top Forty announces  Showaddywaddy. Time for … Continue reading

Flash: fingers

Signs. By C A Middleton © 2017 He’d done it again.  ‘Wash the devil out of your life!’ His deeply religious mother had yelled. ‘And what shampoo will I need for that?’ He’d spat back. ‘Wash and Go To Heaven?’  It spiralled to hell afterwards. It was said amongst those who used to liked him … Continue reading

No.  3319

Chopsticks Charlie. By C A Middleton © 2017 Chopsticks play somewhere  In the distance  Is it child wanting to be a star? No. It’s an older gentleman  Remembering dreams of yesteryear. He just needs a reminder:  He’s still alive yet.

Flash: loss

Sharing With You. By C A Middleton © 2017  Some speculate that when you die you hang around for a while, because you are somehow suffering an irrational attachment to your body. Or you plod about the house because you unfulfilled plans.   But in my experience that simply isn’t true.  If that was the case … Continue reading

No. 3318

Just. Hush. By C A Middleton © 2017 Hush. Hush. Listen to the screams  Yelling out  “It’s the end of the world!” With fingers tightly curled. Hush. Hush. Listen to the moans Groaning low “Armageddon’s here today.” I hear their whiny voices say. Hush. Hush.  It’s been said 10,000 times Since thumbs ruled. And H2O … Continue reading

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