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This is an absolutely true story. You can’t make something like this up… She had rarely used a dictionary,Not since school had she.She wondered what magic would spillIf she had a little look-see She found the tome he quietly keptHidden under a Larkin book.Which letter would she begin withShould she use the light of luck? She flicked the leaves with her thumbNo knowing where she’d stopAnd…

From the light forest came the softened words. The ribald invites in the songs of birds. The pull from dull The play from grey The promised lands, the sun-kissed joy The cherished brands, Albina’s envoy. – Yet, within the leaves and swaying trees Other words spiked red upon the breeze. A warning in yawning An alarm in the calm. The lost legate, the scars inside A battle for fate,…

Stuart is a troubled young man. He lost the love of his life at ten and his beloved father at sixteen. Now he is incarcerated for murders he is adamant he did not commit. The author seeks him out for the answers...

Someone Else’s Game. By C A Middleton My First Meeting with Stuart.      I first came across the name Stuart Mason, the youngest convicted serial killer in British history, while researching for another of his warped kind, Wendy Harrison, “The Cot-side Slayer.” Stuart’s name shot to the forefront of the media because of his age and the bizarre elements to his crimes. Speculations into his…

Someone Else’s Game. By C A Middleton My First Meeting with Stuart.      I first came across the name Stuart Mason, the youngest convicted serial killer in British history, while researching for another of his warped kind, Wendy Harrison, “The Cot-side Slayer.” Stuart’s name shot to the forefront of the media because of his age and the bizarre elements to his crimes. Speculations into his…

Gheras the Wise and The Rise Of The Sponge Cake Moon. By C A Middleton. Disclaimer: Every single word of every single sentence of the following is based on an approximation of factual evidence. Each one of those dear facts has been sought and gathered over many painstaking years of back, spleen, and mind-breaking conversations with a certain whacky wizard. It is not up to me to decide what is…

Just me, the Trix, Duolingo and Dave Much too peaceful for a rave. So, we’ll take in the serenity and Learn a language I only wish I’d brought a sandwich. By C A Middleton 2024

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(written with help from Amina abu el Hawa, Lucy Ashworth, Vicky Allen and Liam Watson) “The treatment rooms”   FAde In: TITLES: THE TREATMENT ROOMS. SCENE 1. INT/EXT. KEELMENY MEDICAL CENTRE. DAY. A new redbrick building under the shadow of Pendle Hill. Two witches on broomsticks swoop towards one another in the background. They cackle just before crashing, screaming and falling to the…

(Or an idiot’s guide to magick – 10,000 yrs to the present.) Disclaimer: Every single word of every single sentence of the following is based on an approximation of factual evidence. Each one of those dear facts has been sought and gathered over many painstaking years of back, spleen, and mind-breaking conversations with a certain whacky wizard. It is not up to me to decide what is fanciful and…

Well, it’s been a while. I’ve dropped the odd bit of writing but not stopped long enough to ask how you are all doing. So, I really hope you are all well and happy. Me? For the first time in a long while of fall – get up; stumble – stagger back up, crash… ah, well you get it, I’m not feeling too bad. I’m learning a new language and taking courses in scriptwriting. Oh, and a young man taught an…

Part One Chapter One      There is a castle built on the wilder part of the Yorkshire coast made from human skulls. It looms atop a fragile rock. The raging sea batters the east side. The chill wind howls and whistles along the many smiling jaws and black, empty eye sockets – a sinister song of death.  The architect built the castle as a macabre folly. Now his great-great-grandson sleeps…

Stand up for the honeypie Not no fly-by fly-pie Born from a gnat-ridden gorgon Slithering in a pig sty —- This is the pinnacle The golden hind miracle The one-stop shop open Seven days a week thrillacle —- Stand up for the honeypie They’ll widen your tiring eyes They’ll take you on a wondrous Journey with no leaden soul ties. —- She bee the honeypie Hell, he bee the honeypie Fuck…

I have a neighbour who is a red fan, and he tries his hardest to get a rise. We live in his head rent free because I have too much on to give a flying monkeys shoe. It does make a fun scribble though… He drawls on about the old days The gold days and the dream Tries to be the funny guy By putting down your team “We’ve won the champions League.” Yes, fifteen years ago! Now you’re shit, get…

I heart… “I heart dogs!” Her t-shirt screams. Yet, behind all that cuddly pretence Nowt is how it really seems. She leaves them in cold cages To yap and howl for ages As she goes about her hobble life This man-thing that is a wife. “I heart life!” Another sweater cries Though woe betide the poor bastard Who sends a cloud across her skies She curses and she sneers At parked cars and…

Dumb AF So they’ve made it the time to all pick sides Nothing based on thoughts outside Keep the box and lock your pride They want you dumb as fuck Don’t speak about peace or empathy Or loving thy neighbour way past three Grab a pitchfork, they’re all free They want you dumb as fuck Don’t show them colours past their beige They’ll keep you working for a wage They want “Hate thy…