"You say we have a connection, our auras supposedly overlap to create a psychic rapport. I want to believe you but I'm sitting across from you at dinner and I need you to look up from your phone and see me!" I shout in silence until my emotions are hoarse. #tuesline #btr2sday

— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 12, 2019

The past crashes in on itself behind me in the time tunnel. Choking back panic, I struggle forward in the vortex, away from the destruction. I force myself to keep
moving forward, past the present into the unknowable future.

Just keep moving forward.#bookishtues pic.twitter.com/pO9O0iDYb1

— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 12, 2019

Just as her eggs began slipping from her talons and her travel-weary wings were about to give out, Bluella was fortunate enough to find a nest…but it already contained an egg of its own and she caught sight of the parent bird in the middle of its dive bomb. #talesnoir #1linewed pic.twitter.com/Pmg6qfMYFZ

— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 13, 2019

"I think you've been on your own long enough. It's time for you to get yourself out there and meet somebody who's going to make you happy. Don't you want to fall in love again?"

"I'd rather shit in my hand and clap."

"Mom!"#thurds

— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 14, 2019

It tore me to bits when I woke up from the fairytale fantasy and learned that my first love wasn't the perfect one, my soul mate, and that I was not talented enough to do what I love for a living, but it broke me into a better shape to complete the puzzle that is us. #SlapDashSat

— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 16, 2019

Each dawns Beckah tries to begin afresh, to be a more polished versions of herself, better, beyond reproach, perfect. That is, until she runs into her mother who dashes her hopes on the rocks, leaving no doubt in her mind that everything she dreams for is impossible. #SlapDashSat

— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 16, 2019

A lifetime of tiny deceits, petty deceptions and random, unnecessary acts of selfishness slowly inched me so far afield from the good person I foolishly imagined I was that I can no longer spot the path back to being a better or even halfway decent human being. #SlapDashSat

— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 16, 2019