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CHASE YOUR DREAMS, THEY WHERE GIVEN TO YOU FOR A REASON AND LIFE IS TOO SHORT!

I WOULD RATHER BE A COMMA, THAN A FULL STOP!!!

In remembrance of Cameron Chadwick. R.I.P

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We are all just footprints in the sand, all brothers, and sisters. All one family!!!!!

Biography

After the birth of my Daughter, 17 years ago; at the age of thirty-two. I came up with a flash of inspiration and with my passion; this sent my imagination into overdrive. Even at a young age; I had a passion for storytelling. Remembering my old school days and words once said to me, by my former Headmaster ‘We might see your name up in lights’ I set off on my writing journey. And once I started, I couldn’t stop. After the death of my Mother and Step-Father; I set aside my writing for a while and went to study: Environmental science at the University of Central Lancashire. Where, I gained an honors degree. Once my studies were complete, I picked up my pen and carried on with my passion. My first book: Thomas and the Dragon’s Pearl; came to me in a dream; and the idea grew from there. It has received great reviews since its release in late February. I have finished Picture This and a novel entitled ‘The Three Trees of Tisha Souls; a dark fantasy horror and This Story, it is an extended version of the Through the eyes of a child; I have put in three extra chapters; which makes the story complete. I am currently working on my next fantasy adventures: The Magical Tale of Fairy Glen and Redemption of Solitude. I am currently completing In a March of Madness. It’s taken me seventeen long years to get these stories out there. And at times it seemed impossible. But something inside of me, the voice of rhyme and reason, told me to go on, never give up, never surrender; and if you believe in yourself anything is possible!!!!!

 Take care and God bless. It is a jungle out there!!!!!

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In a March of Madness.

A story of love, life, and redemption!

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After a near-death experience as a child, Carl Manning always saw things a little differently than most. He felt like a stranger in his world, with feelings that others couldn’t understand. He saw ghosts, visions, and demons from his past; which seemed real, but he questioned if his life and these visions were.

A lost soul caught between the worlds of light and dark. And it is there, within the depths of darkness and madness that the Devil will seek you.

Life in 1982 is tough and the mean streets offer little salvation. He longs to see his estranged son and sees the army as a way out and a torch to enkindle that lost relationship. But when all that comforts you from the past, are the wrong choices, a misguided direction, and past demons. Where would you run too, when there’s nowhere to hide? Where would you turn, when you can’t see a way out?

Within the horrors of the Falkland’s war, he witnesses loss and destruction and a mysterious presence from his past comes to torment him once more. Can he solve the puzzle which is existence? Can he find the light through the maze of darkness? Will the love and salvation he longs, find him? Or in the march of madness is there only the darkness?

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Brother’s in Arms 

Chapter One

Memories

Each and every one of us has a story to tell, but this is my story, and it is like no other. We’re all just characters, in the theatre of life; a game of chance, choices, and decisions. I was stood at the crossroads, of my existence, just lost with no direction, wondering which road to choose; wondering which path to walk; but these journeys and those decisions, tell our stories; and all of them are so special, and all are just waiting to be told. This is what I am, and this is all of me.

Like a piece of driftwood; lost and alone, I flowed along the river of life; never really taking control; just going with the flow; just waiting to see, where it would take me. Now, where shall I begin? Well, I suppose a good place to start, would be the beginning; but to tell you the truth, I don’t know where it all began. I just felt so lost and totally confused, and sometimes it all felt like a bad dream; but then, the grim reality of my life, savaged me like a dog, ripping at my flesh; hounding me like a banshee, wailing through the dead of midnight. And all those wrong decisions, and the path which I chose to walk, always tormented me; and it would never leave me alone. And the more, I tried to escape, the more the past would drag me back. It seemed, it wouldn’t let go; always so near and never that far away.

The story of my life, unfolded throughout the years, as though I wasn’t always in control; a story of discovery; and a story which would show me, who I really am, forever driftwood.

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To the brave, but fallen upon the shores of death. You were standing there, upon those dark fields; dying for a cause and a reason, which you couldn’t understand. Dying for a cause and a reason, beyond what was expected of you. May you rest in peace and the light of the stars be upon you. Country, is only what you believe in, within your limits of your existence. I could only begin to imagine, the pain and suffering you brave men endured.

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Driftwood

Suddenly, I can see a shimmer of light, through the darkness; and it’s a light, as bright as anything, which I’ve seen before. It’s just a pin-prick of brightness, which shines so brilliantly; just like a Star being born. All that I am is so confused and I seem so lost; and I can feel, that the darkness all around me, wants to take away all that I am. Suddenly, words, which Joshua said to me, halo in my soul and my very being. ‘The light is stronger, than the darkness!’ With all my hope and courage, which I hold inside, I reach out; trying to touch the light; but it seems, that the darkness beneath, wants to take me into its belly; just like it did, that day, when I fell into the river. Joshua’s voice rings in me, once more. ‘He has no power…over you. Resist Him!’

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THE SOUNDTRACK TO IN  A MARCH OF MADNESS COMING SOON: BEING COMPOSED BY MR PAUL HILL. AUTUMN 2017.

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We are all just footprints in the sand, all brothers, and sisters. All one family!!!!!

I am the Scientist!

On Somme by Ivor Gurney

Suddenly into the still air burst thudding

and thudding and cold fear possessed me all.
On the gray slopes there, where Winter in sullen brooding.
Hung between height and depth of the ugly fall
of Heaven to earth; and the thudding was illness own.
But still a hope I kept that were we there going over
I, in the line, I should not fail, but take recover
from others courage, and not as coward be known.
No flame we saw, the noise and the dread alone
was battle to us; men were enduring there such
and such things, in wire tangled, to shatters blown.
Courage kept, but ready to vanish at first touch.
Fear, but just held. Poets were luckier once
in the hot fray swallowed and some magnificence.

Two Fusiliers

By Robert Graves

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And have we done with War at last?

Well, we’ve been lucky devils both,
and there’s no need of pledge or oath
to bind our lovely friendship fast,
by firmer stuff,
close bound enough.

By wire and wood and stake we’re bound,
by Fricourt and by Festubert,
by whipping rain, by the sun’s glare,
by all the misery and loud sound,
by a Spring day,
by Picard clay.
Show me the two so closely bound
as we, by the red bond of blood,
by friendship, blossoming from mud,
by Death: we faced him, and we found
Beauty in Death, in dead men breath.

William Roberts (1894-1917)
Lambton estate worker went over the top with 18th Battalion DLI on 1 July 1916

‘We were the 4th battalion to go over, which we did about an hour later [8.30am]. The short but terrible rush through the fierce curtain fire with men falling on all sides I shall never forget. High explosive shells fell all round us. The sights I saw are too terrible to write about and men almost blown to pieces were lying side by side. Unable to proceed further, the order to retire was given and I thanked God that I came through the terrible ordeal unhurt’ (diary vol. 2, p. 10).
We don’t know how William Roberts was educated but he was a keen observer of his surroundings and an accomplished writer. He was an avid bird watcher and a religious man, often commenting on the crucifixes that managed to remain standing amidst the devastation of war.

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THE THREE TREES OF TISHA SOULS.

A story of past life experiences and the nightmares, which linger with it. A Mystery and Horror story.

When does life begin? When does life end? What is meaning of existence? Is your life your own or does it belong to someone else? Ellie Louise Riker must find the answers to these questions, if she is to solve the puzzle of her nightmares. A sweet and innocent girl caught in a web and entanglement of nightmares, with visions from a tortured and trapped soul. But when the scars of these nightmares become real, and she bares nothing but pain and heartache; Ellie must solve the riddle that is ensnared within her, before the sands of time fade. Two trapped souls must learn to become as one, if they are to find their peace, redemption and the mystery that they share.

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The Hanging Tree of Tisha souls

Lightning ripped through the night sky and thunder clashed, like cymbals of an orchestra; black storm clouds gathered together, as lightning strikes, ferociously bombarded the night once more. Thunder roared, like a beast through the night-time; deafening the darkness, with the harrowing sound of nature at its worst. The wind howled, like a wild wolf, howling into the sky. This storm was gathering pace and momentum and would be remembered for years to come; in-fact, it would go in history as the storm of the century.

Rain started to fall relentlessly down towards the ground. Lightning lit up the area once more and the panorama became clear, in the light of the night. And there in the far distance, stood Earleston maximum security prison. Darkness loomed over the landscape again as the illumination, from the lightning faded into blackness and the area was cast into an uneasy darkness. Thunder roared as loud as ever before and sheet lightning spread across the ageless sky, in a magnificent display, as though one giant flare had been ignited and all became clear. The whole panorama became ablaze with chaos and noise, and there the prison became visible again. The tall perimeter wire fence, looked ever so forbidding, as the razor sharp, barbed-wire spiraled around the top of it, like one giant coil unfolding.

This prison looked like something from the medieval age; a kind of castle, where lords of times gone by, once dwelled. Earleston maximum security prison housed the worst scum you could ever imagine. Thieves, rapists and murderers lurked behind the huge fortress, stone walls. Several more lightning strikes bolted down from the stormy night sky. Each one, leaving its own unique signature upon the landscape; each one scorching the Earth and sending branches from the trees, crashing down to the rain, sodden ground.

It had been one long night, in coming for Mathew James McKinley; a local boy, who resided in the sleepy town, which went by the name of Kingston. At his trial, the entire community erupted in anger; for he had committed the most deadly of all sins, MURDER. So in the year of our lord 1961, he was sentenced to death, by hanging off the neck, till he was no more and all that he was would, would be ended. Seven long years had now elapsed; and not once in all that time, had he murmured a single word from his lips; for in his tortured and twisted mind, he saw death has peace; a peace that would end the nightmare, which was his life.

To Save a Soul

A prodigious blanket of velvet darkness had descended over Kingston cemetery. This was the journey’s end for Ellie; and there she stood outside of the broad, black gates. She looked upon these with the fear of the unknown in her eyes and her heart and soul felt heavy with the not knowing, of what awaited her beyond those gates. The night was brisk with a bitter winter’s chill; and the frost touched the air and her skin with an unnatural feeling. All was still in this twilight of night. She looked up at the Moon and Mathew was right as it shined so bright. It looked so ethereal and mysterious, as it shone with a strange blue glow and it hung so low in the darkening sky. It was so clear and beaming; and it was as though, she could reach out and actually touch it with her hands.

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Picture This!

A Dream Star Publications Book

A FANTASY TALE OF ADVENTURE AND WONDERMENT FOR ALL AGES.

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Text Copyright © J. R. Chadwick 2017

When life seems impossible and times are getting you down; if you look a little closer, there is always something new to be found. And life did seem impossible for Dolly Hertal; she had lost all her family to a beast, which called in the dead of night; fire so wild ravaged and took away all that she loved! her family. Lost and alone she was; until a chance meeting with an angel changed all that. He gives her a gift to picture this and so begins a magical journey, which helps her to become the person she longs to be inside. And each adventure that she is taken on helps her find her way through her troubles and her story to find the peace and resolution she longs. Picture this and imagination is the greatest of gifts.

 Enjoy my world!

Chapter one

Shells on a Shore

The early morning sun cast shadows from the dark clouds onto the golden sand of the beach below. Patches of darkness and brightness skipped and danced over the rippled imprinted surface. Cooling waves crashed over the rocks, sending the cool waters lapping gently onto the shoreline. Every now and then a large wave would follow and break over the rock-pools, replenishing the stocks of water.

These miniature worlds teemed with life; a miniature ecosystem with each species supporting the other; each with its own duty of care. This is a common bond which all life seems to share, for us all from the Ant to the Elephant have a role to play in the great theater of life. But life can sometimes seem so ordinary and dull. But if you look closer, look closer, there is always something new to be found. Every once in a while something extraordinary happens. And what was about to happen next, was one of those moments. One moment that would start a bizarre series of events.

One of goons, which one you couldn’t tell as they both looked the same climbed into the van and picked up the bag. He jumped out and slung it over his shoulder like it was a sack of potatoes. Still, Dolly screamed away to no avail as there was nobody here to hear her. She was carried up some old steps, which led to a warehouse.

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Chapter Fourteen

Picture Perfect

Dolly gazed out of the window, as the car drove down the country road. Her mind was somewhere else, as she looked at the trees, which lined the road ahead. Their branches intertwined over the road, like arms locking together; making it seem like they were traveling through a wicker basket tunnel. The road opened up again and Dolly looked out of the side window. And there she could see black smoke, in the far distance. It must be a large fire, she thought, as the smoke billowed high into the sky. Suddenly, a fire engine, with its blue flashing lights, came into view, in James’s rear-view mirror. Safely, he pulled the car over at the side of the road and let it pass.

His face changed from a smile to panic, as the fire engine turned down the dusty lane, which led to their house. Quickly, he joined the road once more and turned the car down the dusty lane. Dolly looked forward and there she could see the flames of the beast; which had taken her family, only two months ago reaching into the sky, like twisted fingers of flames.

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Text Copyright © J. R. Chadwick 2017

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Thomas and the Dragon’s Pearl

A MAGICAL FANTASY ADVENTURE, WITH DRAGONS AND WIZARDS AND A WORLD OF ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES, HEROES AND VILLAINS.

When Dragons and Wizards roamed the earth, there were always wars to control the Farlands. Goodness and Evil locked in an eternal battle. Pravaldo the Evil Wizard ruled the land with fear and dread; until the greatest Wizard of them all Rostus defeated him. Pravaldo was condemned to spend the rest of his existence, banished encased in a tomb of ice and never to return to the land of Churoon again.

 Two thousand year the land lived in peace, until Gromes loyal to Pravaldo plot their revenge; and on the eve of Ice Queen’s coronation they overthrow the kingdom and seek their revenge.

 In the land of mortals, there lives a small boy, Thomas O’Mally; whose life is full of sadness and despair, until a strange dream visits him. But this dream is telling him all what he needs to become.

Ralph a magical Snowman is sent to seek his services; for within Thomas, there lives a power, that he doesn’t know exist. And so together they travel to the land of Churron to face the greatest quest and the ultimate battle to recover the necklace of Rammon. A relic of the Dragons of old, and the power of love, which it holds within.

Can Thomas find the hero which is trapped deep within him? Can Thomas find the strength, courage and the key to freedom?

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CHAPTER ONE

Another New Home.

The early morning Sun, broke through a break in the dull, black clouds; casting a welcoming blanket of warmth, over the slated rooftops, of the small industrial town of Wellsbury. The season of autumn was near its end; and soon the whiteness of winter would take its place. But this would be no ordinary winter, for a small boy, who went by the name of Thomas O’Malley. For this winter an extraordinary journey awaited him; a journey of discovery; and one, which would lift his spirits to new found heights.

Jessica O’Malley’s long, soft brown hair; blew gently in the wind as she looked down at her Brother; as a tear of sadness seeped down his little-beleaguered face. She smiled softly at him, as she reached out and took hold of his hand. He just looked up at her, through the tears of his misery.

“Don’t worry…I’m sure, it won’t be as bad…as the last place!” she said, as the lady social worker, stepped out from the car and joined him by his side.

Jessica looked up at the sign, which hung over the archway to the house; just watching it as it swayed about, in the whistling wind; and the sign read the following:

HOBART’S CHILDREN’S HOME

She raised her hand up to the window and drew a smiley face, upon the glass with her finger. She then smirked to herself, thinking that was all that she wanted, to be happy. She wiped the face away and peered out at the garden.

The snow had started to fall much more heavily by now; as it fell down to the ground, like soft white feathers from a pillow being burst, in a children’s pillow fight. She sat down on the window ledge and started to remember back to years gone by; when she was in her garden back home with her parents and Thomas.

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Thomas rubbed his hands over the glowing hat.

“That’s better!” he said with a smile. “Anyway, Mr. Snowman…what’s your name? I mean…I don’t want to call you the Snowman…all the time, now do I? ”

“No…I suppose not…My name is Ralph.”

“Ralph?” Thomas said, rather surprised.

“Ralph?”

“Yes.”

“What’s a Grome?” he asked.

Ralph the Snowman didn’t answer; instead, he just turned his head away and rubbed his white hands over the hat, trying to avoid the question.

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The wind howled like a wild Wolf, as it stopped churning around, and gushed through the open door; and down the corridor, like an arrow from a bow. The wind raced and howled up the spiraling staircase; turning and churning all the way up, until it reached the castle keeps. Pravaldo changed back to himself; as now he was stood on a balcony overlooking the barren landscape below.

“Oh powers of night…come to me…come to me, now!” he shouted out loud, as he raised his staff aloft into the air.

The sky clouds started to gather around, as faster and faster they churned in the raging sky; till blackness engulfed the land below.

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Thomas gasped in astonishment, at what lay on the floor; as the strange creature looked up at him, with ominous black eyes. The small creature was ever so bewitching, so bizarre. The best way to describe, what it looked like would be to say; it was like a fluffy, white rabbit with large ears; but its face was that of a small baby, so pure and so innocent.

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All of a sudden, the dragon’s wings unfolded, and then the creature took flight. Thomas just watched ever so amazed, as this bizarre show unfolded in- front of him. Just watching the creature as it turned and swooped through the air, with elegance and grace. He was mesmerized by the sheer magnificence that he could see, before him.

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Reunited

It was a very emotional reunion, to say the least; for Jessica and Thomas, when he did arrive back, at the children’s home. Jessica was so ashamed of herself; for not believing, what Thomas had told her and Miss Riley, in the woods, that night when they’d found him. Thomas had told her, that he didn’t care and that he was just so glad, to see her once more; after all, the past is the past and we must let bygones be bygones.

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THE NEXT STORY RELEASE DATE SPRING 2018

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Text Copyright © J. R. Chadwick, with ideas inspired by Ellie Louise Chadwick and Joshua Chadwick 2018 The Artist.

REDEMPTION OF SOLITUDE

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This is a work of fiction. Although it is based on certain aspects of real events: Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the Author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

THE VILLAINS OF THE STORY!!!

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MIRACHRISM THE SLY OLD DEVIL FOX AND HIS SIDE KICK SCATTER THE EVIL CROOKED RAT. Installations by Joshua Chadwick.

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Chapter one

Life ripples in the water and a good story spreads through the ages. And a life is so changed by one person’s chronicle when it is told from the heart and soul. And that story can help another, through the hardships of the journey of life. A life which is full of challenges, which show us the truth of who we really are; and through the words of wisdom, these words will spread like ripples in time; and a good story will reach all and stand the test of the ages.

The early morning mist rolled gently over the green hills; like a thin shroud of cloud, creeping slowly down the landscape; covering the morning in an eerie haze. The day was gray and damp; and a fine drizzling rain fell down, gently soaking the valley in dampness and moisture. High in the sky, the gray clouds covered the heavens, like a blanket of gloom blocking out the warmth and light from the sun.

The breaking day was still and quiet; and the silence only broken by a morning lark, singing its alluring song in a tree-top; waking the creatures of nature from their slumber. The wind whistled softly through the day; blowing its haunting tune, through the valley of Ever Green.

Through the grayness of the day, on the top of a hill, there stood a fox with two pups. The creature looked on through the mist. He was a magnificent example of a beast; like a small dog, with a bushy tail and a large snout, its colour rusty red. Just then, he turned and looked at its infants as though it was a father looking down upon its children, with guided eyes. The pups looked up at their father, as children do, looking for guidance and someone to look up to.

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Suddenly his eyes opened, but he was all in a daze and confused. He had someone, managed to crawl away from the horse. His thoughts were all bewildered, and he couldn’t collect all his memories together. With a pain in all that he was, he looked at the beast; and the horse and fox were dead. He was pleased inside, that once and for all, he had killed the beast; but his head was all baffled and when he looked around things seemed a little different someone. He could hear sounds that he couldn’t before; the birds in the sky sounded louder and his senses seemed more tuned into his environment. He tried to stand, but he couldn’t as he collapsed in a heap on the grass. He clawed at the grass and tried to stand once more, but yet again he collapsed. His head was all disorientated and all around things didn’t seem the same; his thoughts and vision were unclear. He couldn’t understand what had happened. Slowly, he crawled along the grass on all fours, trying to come to his senses and trying to make sense of everything; but he couldn’t make sense of anything. He looked up at the sky, and his very being felt lost in the wilderness, lost in the wind. With an ache in every part of him, he crawled along, until he came across a puddle of water. Cautiously, he looked into it; and his heart, being, soul and all that he was, was overwhelmed with absolute shock, for as he looked into the water, the reflection of a fox mirrored back at him.

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A MAGICAL TALE OF FAIRY GLEN

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CHARACTERS FROM THE MAGICAL TALE OF FAIRY GLEN. AN ACTUAL PLACE, THAT LEGEND HAS IT, THAT FAIRY EXISTED! 

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MIRACHRISM THE DEVIL FOX
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SCATTER THE EVIL CROOKED RAT
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DEVINA DURKWIN THE KIND AND GRACEFUL MOUSE
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WHEREVER YOU MAY GO: A FOLLOW UP TO IN A MARCH OF MADNESS. AND WHEN AND IF YOU READ THE STORY, YOU WILL THINK   “HOW CAN YOU FOLLOW THAT!” BUT WHEN YOU HAVE A DREAM ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE. THANKS TO YOU ALL!

THE SONG WHICH INSPIRED THE STORY.

THIS IS THE STORY ON MY BACK, I GOT IT DONE IN BULGARIA , WHERE I CAME UP WITH THE IDEA,

AND MY FINAL STORY, GOD WILLING!: THE SIX DEGREES OF SEPARATION! A SCI FI.

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I am a story teller and my stories must be told! I have many stories both for the young and old! Throughout my travels, I have gathered these tales, to teach you good sense when all else fails! Sometimes there are tears! Sometimes there is laughter! But always, a happily ever after! And no message could have been any clearer!

 I AM THE SCIENTIST!!! THE NEXT SECTION IS THE BAND SECTION, THIS INCLUDES THE SONGS AND MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS, WHICH I AM LEARNING. THE BAND IS CALLED MIDAS QUINN!!!

  • CHRIS REO: THE ROAD TO HELL
  • COLDPLAY: THE SCIENTIST
  • COLDPLAY: UP UP
  • THE JAM: THICK AS THIEVES
  • BOB MARLEY: REDEMPTION SONG
  • GUNS AND ROSES: KNOCKIN ON HEAVEN’S DOOR
  • COLDPLAY: TILL KINGDOM COMES
  • JASON MARAZ: I’M YOURS
  • CLEAN BANDIT: ROCKABYE
  • JONUS BLUE: FAST CAR

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A SONG WHICH INSPIRED THE STORY IN A MARCH OF MADNESS. FOR WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR! YOU HAVE TO LIKE WHAT YOU SEE!!! THANKS TO YOU ALL! ENJOY AND WELCOME TO MY WORLD!

MICHEAL JACKSON MAN IN THE MIRROR.

I AM THE SCIENTIST, THANKS FOR VISITING , ENJOY THE LINKS, THE STORIES AND THE MUSIC, TAKE CARE OUT THERE IT IS A JUNGLE!!!!!

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IF YOU BELIEVE IN DREAMS AND YOURSELF, ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!!!! THANK YOU ONE AND ALL. GOD BLESS YOU, IF YOU BELIEVE IN THAT. BELIEF CAN BE ANYTHING FROM A LEAF ON A TREE, TO A SHELL ON A BEACH. WHATEVER IT TAKES TO GET YOU TO YOUR NEXT PART OF YOUR STORY. WE ARE ALL JUST STORIES, ALL ON A JOURNEY TO THE STARS!

THANKS FOR VISITING . WE ARE, NO MATTER WHAT COLOUR OR CREED, BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND FOOTPRINTS IN THE SAND!

FOR A TEAR DO I CRY IN THE DARK OF MIDNIGHT. ALWAYS FOREVER KEEP THOSE DREAMS IN SIGHT, TINY STARS ARE SHINING BRIGHT TONIGHT, SWEET DREAMS GOOD NIGHT, HOLD THEM TIGHT AND NEVER EVER LET GO.

THANK YOU MR JASON ROBERT CHADWICK. AKA THE SCIENTIST.

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A HUGE THANKS TO ALL THAT HAVE HELPED ME ON MY JOURNEY TO WHERE I AM NOW, AND I NEVER FORGET THOSE WHO HAVE HELPED ME. ENJOY MY WORLD AND GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!!!!

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UTOPIAN MUSIC STORE PEMBERTON WIGAN.

For quality, value and a friendly service, look no further than Utopian Music Store.

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Music store, and service center. Utopian music store is a music store and coffee shop situated within the Music Projects, Pemberton. 

On site you will find a relaxing coffee bar, a thriving music school offering private tuition, college courses and apprenticeships. An industry standard recording studio, operated by John Kettle of Merry Hell, and Tansads fame. Fully equipped rehearsal rooms available for hire and a performance area.

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