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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If I Had A Dragon. Top Story - December 2021.
When I was little I would look at the world differently then most. It was as if my eyes were playing tricks on me throughout my childhood. Growing up I lived in the city: tall buildings that put my house to shame, and the smog that filled up thousands of peoples burning lungs. Oh the people, the streets were overrun by people, getting from here to there, shoving others out of the way for whatever nonsense they were late too. That is why my brain seemed to resort to the imagination, to the thoughts and ideas that were pulled from me. Things that even I could not even fathom.
By Madison B. 4 years ago in Fiction
The Spotlight Boy
A small glossy white speck of frozen water swayed gracefully back and forth until it gently kissed the delicate snow on the forest ground. A wolf far off in the distanced whined to the moon, as it did every night, as if waiting for an answer. A snowy owl twisted its head around trying to pick up a whisper from a mouse below in the subnivean zone; where all the mice scurried about during the bitter cold season. A repeated crunching in the snow was then heard drawing ever closer to the scene. All the animals turning their ears to a new sound that was making it's way to them. And from the shadows came a young boy in winter boots, he was carrying a dismal frown and gloomy green eyes that focused on the snow crunching under his feet. The furry hood of his coat sagged down off his head, revealing shaggy, dirty blonde hair. His snow clothes engulfed his body, but it did not make him feel suffocated. He rather enjoyed the warmth hidden away from the piercing chills outside. But the most noticeable thing about him, were the ice skates gripped firmly in his hands.
By Madison B. 4 years ago in Fiction
The Black Scarlet Macaw
Everyone around me viewed me as different. Viewed me as the one who was never meant to belong. Who was never meant to exist. I lived most of my life in the shadows, dreaming, praying of a day of when I could come out. I stayed there for years, not knowing what to do. And that’s when it hit me; if the world would not notice me, I would have to do the worst thing I could do, to make sure they‘d pay attention. And let me tell you, after the the most wonderful, the most worst thing I did, everyone payed attention to me…
By Madison B. 4 years ago in Fiction
