Madonna Jinx Fitzroy Major

Joined June 2021

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The Book of Night
1 The street was quiet, for the most part, and the road that connected both ends of the river on either side was nearly empty of life for the only time in two decades. A dark matte painting, with perfectly angled lights buzzing out of the streetlamps, illuminating the asphalt a bright yellow. It was a very uncommon sight. The old city sirens were hidden in the dark, but just visible enough.
By Madonna Jinx Fitzroy Major5 years ago in Fiction
Party for One
A single slice. Matilda sat in the dark of her midtown apartment, listening to jazz and smoking a joint, while a plate primarily occupied by chocolate crumbs sat on her coffee table. A single slice of cake was all that was left.
By Madonna Jinx Fitzroy Major5 years ago in Humans
Red Streaks
Three men are sitting at a table. It’s a gloomy night, threads of lightning are shooting across the sky through the clouds and connecting like spiderwebs, but there is not thunderclap that follows. Instead, the silence lingers like a bad taste in someone’s mouth. The man on the southern end of the table would compare it to dead fish, a commodity where he comes from, yet he doesn’t understand why the hell that is. It’s a place that makes people look at him in the same way somebody would look at a middle-eastern man who runs a convenience store, like they’re all the same and the TV shows they’d gallivant around once their small tinfoil TV dinners were placed out were as accurate as William Tell. Dumb grins on their faces, ignorant to what people like the southern man really were. There’d be no point in arguing, even with the other two men on opposing sides of the wicker/pine table, a single .45 in the middle, picking up as much of the lightning as it wants, and shooting it back to them like a gun is supposed to do. Light flashes, and then it doesn’t.
By Madonna Jinx Fitzroy Major5 years ago in Fiction