Yep, still on vacation, so my story tweets for the past week are gonna have to hold you until I return to scratch out new short stories. Enjoy!
"You're the Messiah, Chae, people already know what you can do. They don't come to these exhibition thingies because they want to see a miracle. They can see miracles without you any day of the week. They come to see you. They pay to see you."#MichaelaMassive #Page19 #btr2sday pic.twitter.com/AFF228qHoH
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 19, 2019
It was a small room filled with the almost imperceptible cheap hotel scents of old sex and distant death both emanating from a bed that dipped in the center like a swayback horse. On a table beside it was a wash basin and pitcher that passed for the en suite bathroom. #tuesline
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 19, 2019
From behind me, Kevin touches my shoulder and for a split second, I think I'm in love because my body gets tingly all over, goosebumps sprout everywhere, and my pulse crackles like lightning. Then I realize he's holding a live wire. I'm being electrocuted. #bookishtues
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 19, 2019
She asks, "What happened to you?" but he takes it as, "What the fuck did you do to Amber to make her freak out that way?"
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 20, 2019
Maybe they’re the same question. And maybe it's none of her goddamn business.
He takes a moment to ponder the lie he's about to tell.#talesnoir
Gingergirl struggled into her clothes, splashed water on her freckled face, and
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 20, 2019
gulped down a scalding cup of tea. Flinging open the door to the garden, she felt a breeze wash over her face. It had rained overnight and the air was damp with expectation. #1linewed
The pregnancy had driven me mad, alienated me from my husband and my world tilted on its axis threatening to pitch me off. Then I gave birth. And this tiny person, who was partially made of me that would one day grow independent of me, somehow held the universe together. #thurds pic.twitter.com/yfiPUyMWUQ
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 21, 2019
He was well aware that his dream profession of being a full-time writer would a solitary and lonely venture, so he joined the social media site, putting time and effort into every single post yet his best efforts went unnoticed for he remained invisible to the world.#SlapDashSat
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 23, 2019
"I love the all," John said as if that explained everything.
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 23, 2019
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked.
"The all of you! In the end, when my time is up, I hope I'll have achieved the divine…a lifetime spent with you!"
"That's actually kind of sweet but oddly worded."#SlapDashSat
My 16th birthday brought new energy to my world. An ever stronger sense that I wouldn't be alone forever. Love could be found.
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 23, 2019
But despite the change in the air, there was a feeling that the old ways still held sway. Some fears still hung on and would never let go.#SlapDashSat
Til next Monday, ciao for now, compadres!
-Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys
MADD FICTIONAL 