Madison B.
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I love to write stories! I ❤ music (TOP, GD, MCR, SD, SWS, BVB, PTV, MIW, P!ATD, FAB, GS, B-182, FIR, ATL, MP, AY), the MCU, & animals. I hope u enjoy my stories and poems as much as I do! Have a great day! :)
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A Dragon's Gentle Fire
NOTE: This is a small continuation of one of my favorite short stories I've written. If you haven't please go read my story If I Had a Dragon that can be found on my Vocal Media account page, under pinned, before continuing this story. Thank you!
By Madison B. 2 years ago in Fiction
Small
The lights of the city lit up the night sky. Looking down at the city from just outside city limits, staring out of my tiny bedroom window. I saw the beauty of the city lights, sparkling and alive at the stroke of midnight. I then looked up at the constellations who have been telling stories for years. The sky and its stories slowly dripped down and met the earth’s land. The horizon was lighter from the city’s own stars. As if mortal beings like us humans could cast shadows on the heavens above. How ridiculous us humans truly sometimes try to be. We try to run for the hills, climb the highest of mountains, discover the bottoms of the oceans, and the wonders of outer space. How hard we truly try to become more then what we really are… We are but one in billions, we are but microscopic critters compared to the universe. Sometimes we forget about that. We forget how small we are at times. But there are moments in a lifetime, that can open one’s eyes, that can truly cause one to see and believe that though we are small, we are but part of something much bigger than ourselves.
By Madison B. 2 years ago in Earth
The Boy Who Cried King. Top Story - November 2023.
"You have so much talent," the voice replayed in his ears. His eyes scanning the dark curtains in front of him. His hands wrapped gently around his bold colored guitar. His nerves taking control of his mind and his movements. He was only 13 years old, but fame had already made up his world.
By Madison B. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Wandering Gravestones and Beasts
The ground shook beneath his already unsteady feet, his balance was lost as he staggered, he was quickly flung down when something tugged at his feet violently. As he fell over, he could feel something metal and sharp wedge itself into his skull as his head hit the ground, forcing him to let out a loud scream that tragically couldn’t be heard over the sound of the ever approaching train. He tried to quickly get his hands firm on the ground to get himself back upright. His head was pulled away from the train track, and the metal piece slid out of the new gap made in his head and skull. His shaggy brown hair was now turning a dark red as blood trickled down his neck, and poured into his frightened jade green eyes.
By Madison B. 3 years ago in Horror
Candle Lit (A Jarod Story)
“Only I can see in the dark,” the voice said, echoing against the rigid cave walls. He lifted his face slowly up, trying to rise from his flat on his belly position. His hands rested on a hard, rough surface. As he moved them slightly, he could feel sharp pains in his arms, and could feel the dirt creeping through the slashes in his hands. He could barely see, but he could hear the faint dripping of water, the clicking of the bats resting above his head, and the little feet of scurrying critters. He felt a tickling sensation on his back left calf, and quickly tried to kick off the intruder. What he quickly realized to be a spider, clung tightly onto the desperate men’s leg. By this point, he jumped up onto his feet, and stumbled backwards from the sudden movement. His head came down hard, it took him a second to recover, and realize the spider has clamored off of him before the fall, or possibly flung off from the immense force. Either way, the man was grateful for the spider to be gone.
By Madison B. 3 years ago in Horror
