Yes, I have returned from my glorious two weeks off but, no, I have not created a new short story so you’ll just have to cut your teeth on my past week’s story tweets.
It was a bizarre sight to behold as the hellspawn who knew no humility was suddenly humbled by the preteen girl who was pure of heart enough to lift and brandish the celestial flaming sword of a fallen cherub without harm to her physical self. #btr2sday
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 26, 2019
"Grampy, tell us a story!"
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 26, 2019
"Yeah! Tell us about how you cheated death!"
"That old chestnut? Okay. It was a bitterly cold day in July, and I was scheduled to die by lethal injection when all the technology in the world stopped working chiefly because the sun went black." #tuesline
“Why do you want this worthless soul when it has been crushed by the earth? Why do you want it when it has been drowned in the sea? Why do you want it when it has been set aflame like so much tinder?” I searched long and hard yet found no answer in her silence. #bookishtues
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 26, 2019
Paige pressed her face and hands against the window, weeping and wailing as she helplessly watched Bernadine spinning in the tornado, her eye sockets empty, the flesh of her long, tender body peeling away like tree bark, bones stripped bare by the harsh wind. #talesnoir
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 27, 2019
She kissed me and her breath was like a predatory flower, its sickly-sweet vapors made me so cold the marrow in my bones chattered. Her tongue felt like a misshapen creature, dead but still moving, as I wriggled to free myself from the tongue burrowing inside my mouth. #1linewed
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 27, 2019
For a brief moment, she was actually pleased to see him again after all these years but after the heart-warming nostalgia faded, the shine in her eyes dulled as she recounted the story of their life together: the sham marriage, his betrayal, and her attempt at suicide. #wordwhim
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 27, 2019
“Mr. Hinton, I was told to find you. I’m new in town.”
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 27, 2019
“Came for the celebrations?”
“Um, sure, I guess that's why I was invited. What celebrations, may I ask?”
"It's Slaughter Day."
"Okaaaay. And what will you be slaughtering?"
“Newcomers. To appease the gods, of course.”#vss365
Oscar was ecstatic when his cousin, a TimeTravelCelebrityDate employee, set him up with Sade. But when he arrived at the restaurant, things got weird fast. His date wasn't the British Nigerian singer. It was actually the Marquis de Sade.
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 28, 2019
Oh, well. Let the good times roll.#thurds
I’d rather keep company with fictional characters, lost within my own imagination. But there were three occasions in my admittedly light romantic past when my interest had been piqued, resulting in a couple of aromantic crushes and one extreme French kiss. #flashthursday
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 28, 2019
"Garth! Pick up! The city needs you!"
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 28, 2019
Garth scarfed down the last of his bacon cheeseburger and chugged the entire pint of Guinness, the breakfast of champions, before answering the vidscreen.
"Who's the Big Bad this time?"
"Your ex-wife."
"Then we're fucked, mate."#vss365
Friends and family viewed Edna as his wife but Jay saw her as his possible escape hatch from the sins of his past lives and past experiences for he truly believed marriage held all the answers to the future questions that stood in the path of his one true destiny. #vss365
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 1, 2019
Mssr. Gilad pressed his lips, cold as liquid nitrogen, against the back of my hand in a gesture that was meant to show courtesy and extreme politeness but heat seared my tender skin. When he released me, I drew the spot up to my mouth, trying to blow off the burning. #SlapDashSat
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 2, 2019
Her eyebrows thinned and turned angry, uncompromising, jagging down the
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 2, 2019
canvas of her brow like lightning bolts. Tendrils of dark, oily hair stretched down and tangled in the sharp corners of her snarling mouth that revealed too-white teeth determined to rend flesh. #SlapDashSat
I made excellent time on the freeway and knocked on the door earlier than planned. An older man, obviously my date's father, with loose chalky skin, a red nose and matching lips answered and he struck me as a clown employed by a particularly seedy traveling circus. #SlapDashSat
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 2, 2019
Although she sat safely in her comfy chair she found herself falling, falling through memories which was actually like falling back through time, back to when she initially sparked the kindling that would ignite the flame that would eventually reduce her life to ash. #SlapDashSat
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 2, 2019
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