Maddy Haywood
Bio
Hi there! My name's Maddy and I'm an aspiring author. I really enjoy reading modernised fairy tales, and retellings of classic stories, and I hope to write my own in the future. Fantasy stories are my go-to reads.
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Pixie Dust
The girl pressed her face as close to the keyhole as she could. She was so close, in fact, that she could almost fit her whole face through it! If it wasn’t for her pointed ears, she surely would have had her head through the hole, and could have freed herself from this dark, wooden prison.
By Maddy Haywood2 months ago in Fiction
It All Started Over a Cup of Tea. Top Story - November 2025.
“That’s not how you do it.” Selina snatched the sugar bowl away from her sister, spilling a handful of lumpy granules across the pristine counter. “God, now look at what you’ve done.” She swept her long blonde locks away from her face, and glared down at Ruby, still holding the tiny teaspoon in her tiny hand. Empty mugs sat untouched beside a jar of jam tarts, waiting to be filled and taken upstairs as a sweet treat for their party. The kettle started whistling across the room, taking Selina’s attention.
By Maddy Haywood2 months ago in Fiction
The Knock from Nowhere
It came at midnight. A steady thump, seconds apart, continuous. It awoke Ophelia from her deep slumber, dragging her unwillingly back to the waking world one harrowing beat at a time. She stumbled from the shadowed room, barely making it down the stairs in one piece. The minuscule light protruding from the almost-blackout curtains lit fractions of her space, thanks to the bedroom directly facing a glaring streetlight. Slippers forgotten in the dream-like haze she was clouded with, Ophelia felt a flush of chill shoot up from her toes as she stepped down onto the concrete floor. She stepped back onto the carpeted staircase, the shock of the ice cold ground snapping her awake rather quickly.
By Maddy Haywood3 months ago in Fiction
Blink
Blink You feel the cool autumn breeze brush against the hairs decorating your forearms, sending a gentle shiver up your body and down your spine. As you watch, goosebumps run their way down your skin, creating an obstacle course of pimples rising up to reach the heat. You exhale, letting out a breath you weren’t aware was locked inside. A cloud floats away from your mouth, whispering sweet nothings to you as it dissipates into the air around you.
By Maddy Haywood5 months ago in Fiction
Dancing Queen. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
Your sister died the day before you were born. It wasn't a tragic accident, or an unexpected event. The cancer had been eating away at her for months, transforming her from a lively and excitable girl to a shell, a mere shadow of who she once was. 'Dancing Queen' had been her nickname, earned from years of pantomines and performances showing off her skills on stage. She always told your parents her dream job was to be a ballerina, and so they encouraged it vigourously. Thousands were spent every year on dance lessons, costumes, ballet shoes - everything a girl needs to fulfill her dreams.
By Maddy Haywood6 months ago in Fiction
History in the Making
My high school history teachers, Mr Bring and Mrs Toll, taught me all the important things I needed to know to pass the high school exam. I got a B, which wasn’t bad compared to some of my other grades, however I kinda wished I could have done better.
By Maddy Haywood7 months ago in History
Where can they turn now?. Runner-Up in Pride Under Pressure Challenge.
There was a boy at my school who wanted to be heard. The first time I met him was in the middle of the stairs. He’d walked out of the lesson, because the teacher read his deadname from the register. It was the first week back after summer break, and it hadn’t yet been changed. And when he raised this to the teacher, all he got back was a shrug, and a comment from his desk-mate about being difficult.
By Maddy Haywood7 months ago in Pride
A Night To Remember
You step out of the carriage onto a dark gravel pathway. It curves from the end of the driveway up to the steps before the golden, ornate front doors of the Palace. Your shoe wobbles precariously on the uneven stones, so you start walking, slow and uneven, to the staircase. Lit with thousands of candles, it releases a sweet vanilla scent into the air around you.
By Maddy Haywood9 months ago in Fiction
Heart Break
I knew my dad was different the day after his transplant. I wasn’t allowed to see him until mid afternoon, after they’d checked his stitches for the millionth time, did an ultrasound to check it’s position, and handed him a mountain of meds to take.
By Maddy Haywood9 months ago in Longevity
