Maddy Haywood
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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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My Aspirations for 2024
I joined Vocal in May 2022, and didn’t write a single thing for the entire year. I saw it advertised, and had extra money that month, so I decided ‘sure, why not?’ and paid for the year subscription. I saw emails come through every once in a while, for the challenges, and ‘What’s on Vocal?,’ but I never bothered to read them or have a go.
By Maddy Haywood2 years ago in Motivation
The Case of the Missing Chameleon
"Explain it from the start," asked Ms. Hart, as she circled my class of nine-year-olds, watching us all squirm through the glasses on the tip of her nose. "In as much detail as you can recall, please," she added more softly. She was a stern-faced woman, and looked like she’d been hit in the face and her nose wasn’t fixed back properly when she was young.
By Maddy Haywood2 years ago in Criminal
Absenteaminded
*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* The microwave loudly announced it was finished with its signature repetitive shrieking. “Oh crap, not again,” she mumbled, hurrying to silence the machine. Yanking the door open wide, she reached in with soapy hands towards the now-steaming mug sat in the centre of the turntable.
By Maddy Haywood2 years ago in Fiction
Gone. Content Warning.
Tuesday, January 12th, 1998 Summer. Night. 11.52pm. The first thing I noticed about her as she rounded the corner were her eyes. They seemed to glow in the darkness of the night, the most beautiful eyes I have ever before seen. Bright and wide, they looked almost like real emeralds, gleaming in the dim light emitting from the old, rusted lamp post (which had been littered with posters and warnings of danger over the years). Her eyes were striking, captivating more so. Even as she bounded towards me, her eyes were the only thing I could focus on.
By Maddy Haywood2 years ago in Horror
Cursed
“I’m not alone. Find me. I’m not alone. Find me. I’m not alone. Find me.” She repeated the chant under her breath until the words became unintelligible. Each person who passed by called out to her, but she ignored them in favour it, the need to say those words more than the desire to rest, to eat, to scream. She knelt on the ground and stared straight ahead, at a certain stone in the wall of her room. It was no different than the rest – grey, dull, slightly jagged to the touch. Nothing special. Just like her.
By Maddy Haywood2 years ago in Fiction
