Baca Mad Place Novels & Stories

Slowly sitting up, she composed herself, adjusting her disheveled hair, a vain attempt to regain a semblance of control. Opening the text message, Maddy found solace in the distraction it provided. Her loosened false eyelashes obscured her view, prompting her to tear them off and place them temporarily on the coffee table. The message, however, brought an unexpected twist to her emotional state. A sender named "Annoying Genius" had crafted a peculiar poem that, in its eccentricity, managed to evoke a faint smile from Maddy.

She nodded but was very quiet when they returned home. Maddie knew that ‘Dead Meadow’ was playing in the town hall in Hintlop. She wanted to go there. Raven and Wolf still had something to do, so she traveled alone through the tunnels that took her to the town hall in Hintlop. As a result, she knew immediately that the church was not a safe area to arrive. Tunnels had the power to take you somewhere else when the normal way out could be dangerous. She thought that little magic to travel was just enough to use.

Everything sucks. “What’s with the sad face, boy?” Maddie announced her entrance with a loud smack of her gum and the heady scent of her cologne. Sawyer turned around to face her Just as Maddie hopped on the counter, swinging her legs. For someone slim and 5’9, she had pretty long legs. She pried the paper and straightened it, her black eyes roaming over the neatly-typed words on the page, the skin of her forehead pressed together in concentration. “Oh. My. God. This is bad news.”

Omem handed her a large mug of hot herbal tea and saw to it that she finished it. ‘Omem?’ 'Yes, Dear?' ‘I feel so strange,’ said Maddie a moment later and felt her head. ‘I think I should lie down for a while.’ She felt as if she was no longer fully present. It was hazy and foggy. ‘Come on, I'll take you to bed,’ said Liza and supported her as she went upstairs. Maddy did not noticed that Anke, Jente, and Omem were coming along. And that the four ladies then performed a ritual at her bedside. Maddie didn’t noticed anything.

The dark red patches reeked of a metallic stench. Disgusted, she tried to get away from it, but there was nowhere she could run. "Eat it." Dad tossed the piece of bread covered in dust and blood into the cage. Howard had given it to me, but even until death, I couldn't manage to get a bite. Staring at the dirty piece of bread, Pauline shook her head frantically. "No way! It's filthy! A dead girl touched it! I'm not eating this!" Dad scoffed.

Even just for today. I was just sitting in my bed looking nowhere. I saw my laptop in my bedside table. I picked it up and opened it. I opened my Spotify app and played my favorite song. The One That Got Away I don’t know why I love this so much, but one thing is for sure. The beat is amazing and peaceful, but at the same time, the words are knives piercing through my heart. I sang to the song and enjoy myself. In another life I would be your girl

He waved back, blew me a kiss, and told me he'll see me soon before bringing the car to life and driving off. I sighed contentedly and smiled. I have a good feeling about the Matching. I have a good feeling about Finn, and how we would most likely get Matched. I trodded back to the bookstore where I work, lunch bag in hand. "I'm sorry we don't have a copy of that book anymore, Mrs. Salazar. But we have new arrivals you might be interested in," I heard Madi tell a middle-aged woman with hawk-like eyes and black curls in a practiced politeness as I slid behind the register, tucking away the bag.

Eliza The world tilts before the colors bleed back into focus. I’m facedown on the hotel carpet, a dull throb pulsing behind my eyes like a rhythmic hammer. I don't waste breath calling out for Zack or Madeline. They’re gone. The air in the room is stale, the scent of that synthetic sedative lingering like a bad memory. Madeline will be back to finish the job once she’s tucked Zack away in whatever hole she’s dug for him.

The door closed, cutting off everything outside. The black McLaren rolled out of the hospital parking lot. I did not check the mirror. At the cafe, Madison Reed burst through the door like a storm. She half ran to our table, dropped into the seat across from me, and grabbed my hands. She looked me up and down as if making sure no part of me had gone missing. "Are you okay?" Before I could answer, her gaze landed on Adrian. She froze. Her eyes widened. "This is the man you told me about?"

MAD “Hey, baby.” I waved at the camera as Tara’s face appeared on my laptop screen, but the background wasn’t familiar to me. “Where are you?” “Mad.” She beamed at me. She looked beautiful. I loved the fact that she was true to her authentic self and wasn’t shy to be barefaced. “Oh, I’m here with Mom.” “With your Mom at the palace?” “Yeah, with Olive, and she said hi.” “Hello to your Mom and Olive. When did you get there?”