Tiny Stories: Sister Pioneers

Posted by Madd_Fictional on August 18, 2021

Popular belief has it that the universe is comprised of atoms. In reality, the universe is actually made up of…

Adelaide and Agatha Bechtel were born different from the rest of humanity but their parents did their level best to raise them with a sense of pride and dignity.

The twins were taught to ignore the stares of the ignorant masses, for evolution was on their side.

Soon the world would know the shocking truth and come to acknowledge and appreciate them as pioneers in the next stage of genetic advancement.

Story Tweets for the Week Ending March 9th

Posted by Madd_Fictional on March 11, 2019

Lazy bastard mode is still in effect so here are more of my previous week’s Twitter story tweets. Hopefully, a new short story will be forthcoming next week.

And in the snow I saw a girl staring at me with leery, violet eyes, a kind I had never seen before: broad, cylindrical, heavy-lidded, the pupils slit like a cat’s but oriented with the horizon. They were also deeply expressive, without artifice and absolutely vulnerable. #vss365
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 3, 2019

Cass flashed a smile so inviting that I couldn't avoid stealing a kiss. Her breath
smelled of Butterscotch Schnapps and her skin felt warm beneath my hands. Sadly, we didn't have enough money to rent a room, but she would #improvise and make do, for she was a clever girl. #vss365
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 4, 2019

My mother died just before midnight and it was a senseless death, not one brought about by illness but self-medication for a disease she never had. I pleaded with her to get help as I watched her grow weaker and weaker.

And now I miss her and can only cry angry tears.#btr2sday
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 5, 2019

Like clockwork, the baby cries at 3:45am and my wife and I go through the ritual fight over who has to get up to do the changing and feeding. She wins, as always and tends to our daughter. She says it's a mother's duty and it drives me nuts at present not to be a woman. #tuesline
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 5, 2019

Despite all the chaos and destruction brought about by the blossoming apocalypse, the two of us, Marnie and me, shared post-coital giggles and pillow fights as we pretended to believe we still had a future. #bookishtues
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 5, 2019

And it was so that the pacifists divorced themselves from society and adopted and adapted to an alien way of life, praying the extraterrestrials would #overlook them when the invasion culling began.

They'd assimilated so long they had forgotten they were once human.#vss365
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 5, 2019

Problem was, I only had the time and resources to make one costume which wasn't water resistant or thermally insulated so I wasn’t sure what I was going to do when the weather turned. I couldn’t very well swing from rooftops in a parka and snow pants when winter came. #talesnoir pic.twitter.com/5LmklVj8g0
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 6, 2019

I shot my panicking daughter a harsh look to stay quiet and keep cover as the blind, bony-limbed critter moved forward, its hooves scraping softly across the cobblestones, bifurcated nose testing the air for trace scents of fear, inching ever closer to Amy's hidey hole. #1linewed
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 6, 2019

I went looking for my Build-A-Bride, and also for the repo man with the default payment notice. I found the scuffed place in the trash beneath the window where she had jumped. I followed a series of freshly broken flakes of rust across the city to an abandoned junkyard. #wordwhim
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 6, 2019

"And you think you can win my heart with your homemade hoecakes, butter-maple syrup, round spicy pork sausage, fried green tomatoes, and shoofly pie?"

"That's how my daddy wooed my mama."

"Then your daddy's a smart man. Grab yourself a plate and let me get to know you." #vss365
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 6, 2019

The day before her 18th birthday, Chloe carelessly stepped out of the shower. Slipping, she cracked her head on the sink and woke in an alternate reality where her mother hadn't died during childbirth, her father was alcohol-free and she even had a kid sister, to boot. #thurds
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 7, 2019

Kharon handed the coin back and said, "Your soul is a rare gift. it #belongs to you and cannot be taken away except with your permission. It is therefore the decree of Olympus that the price to cross the river is a year off your daughter's life."

"I agree to the fare."#vss365 pic.twitter.com/JOwpSrMiUa
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 7, 2019

After Agent Denholm geared up the search party to investigate the woods, #she locked eyes with me and said, "I promise, we are going to find your little girl…" and I knew the rest of the clipped off sentence was, "…one way or another" which meant either alive or dead. #vss365
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 8, 2019

Inside you is a match.

Should you strike it, you will ignite the flame of imagination.

You can either hide this light under a bushel or touch it to the matches of others and spread creativity.

And that's what we're all about on Saturdays.#SlapDashSat

We touch matchsticks. pic.twitter.com/50Ysbku6Mp
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 8, 2019

"Which Wendy?"

"Wonky-eye Wendy."

"You call her wonky-eye? That's so rude!"

"But you knew who I was talking about, yes?"

"Would you like it if people called you Shitface Sam? Well, they do…just not to your face."

"People call me shitface?"

"Oh, get over it."#SlapDashSat
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 9, 2019

Catching a heavy gust of wind and skidding sideways across the silent dubstep of turbulence in the air around her, Edrei was the #epitome of grace and confidence as she flew after the bank robber's getaway car to the sound of the pedestrian crowd going wild. #SlapDashSat #vss365
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 9, 2019

"I hope this news doesn't upset any of you but today I decided to hand in my two weeks notice."

"You're quitting your job?"

"In a way, I suppose, but I'm actually quitting life and all of you. I just can't hack this anymore. I hope you'll accept my resignation."#SlapDashSat
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 9, 2019

"I know how crazy this sounds but somebody from my past is trying to destroy me! They're recreating every traumatic event in my life, trying to hurt me, to make me suffer and the only possible conclusion is they're going to kill me and make it look like a suicide!"#SlapDashSat
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 9, 2019

Story Tweets for the Week Ending March 2nd

Posted by Madd_Fictional on March 4, 2019

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!"
"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
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 26, 2019

“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

Ugh. I used “tongue” twice in the same sentence. When will I learn to stop tweeting past my bedtime? It’s 2019…where’s the damn EDIT button, Twitter???

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.”
“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
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 27, 2019

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.

Oh, well. Let the good times roll.#thurds
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 28, 2019

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!"

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
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) February 28, 2019

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
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
— Madd Fictional (@Madd_Fictional) March 2, 2019

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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