Evil Mad Hatter Novels & Stories

Moving the magic calabash slightly to his left caused three more faces to appear, all of horrible. They were un-clothed, sick with some illness that had no name, and perhaps utterly insane. Almost all of them possessed a sinister grin that belied their sorry condition. The oldest of the sisters, perhaps seventy years in age, spoke. She said how delightful it was that someone other than creatures should visit them and perhaps bring them treats and rescue them. She hoped whoever stood before them now would be of help.

the bartender replied “ He is a frequent customer “ “ohhh, could you recall the events of when he last came here? “ “ohh the last time he came here, nothing special really happened he just came with some of his friends, ordered the same whiskey you ordered , talked with his friends and he left with them” the bartender replied “why are you asking? is he your friend? “ “No he was murdered “ Lucy said “Murdered!!! “The bartender was surprised “Now that I think about it, one of his friends was possessed by a low level demon “

The tears I hadn’t wiped away fast enough. A slow, infuriating smirk curved his mouth. “Well,” he drawled, looking me up and down, “hey, midget—were you just dumped?”

Next day, One of the nurses name Martha Ann came in and as soon as she settled herself Emma and Tina became her eyesore. She thought that Emma and the young woman should move in her furniture when Dr. Shepherd in a letter stated if they had their own furniture they need to bring a couple of people to help them. She was mad as a mad hatter but she still did get a couple of men to move her furniture in. She was also mad because the main security guard also a police detective had a bigger room than hers.

he held it with his two hands, horizontally, "Then I'm going to ask you questions." "Right so what's the use of the stick?" I asked, furrowing my brows. "See, if you piss me off, I'll hold the stick tight and the more you piss me off, I'll hold it tighter and tighter until it breaks." He explained, "And when it breaks then things won't be good for you, printsessa." (Princess) "You aren't even Russian." I mumbled, internally rolling my eyes. He smirked, "I see you've done your research. And yeah I know I'm not Russian but you see, they say I'm hot when I speak Russian."

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

I am used to that kind of stare. Revolt. Hatred. Choler. And any negative invented words out there. “Why are you talking about that devil? You know we agreed upon not to talk about that horrid creature! He’s dead! I dispatch him at a young age! Do not say his name ever again, do you hear me?” I did not say anything. I was clearly enjoying my meal here when she took away my appetency. I sighed then slowly stood up from my chair. Mother was lost for words when I did not stop from growing until my head reaches the ceiling.

And their masks glittered with crystals shaped like crescent moons. “Sexy voices,” Sylvia said. “Yes, and big dreams,” I added. Sylvia’s voice rose above the crowd. “And a big cock!” A laugh caught in my throat. “Shh.” She was going to get them kicked out of here. I was in between choking and chuckling when I ran straight into Xavier. He wore a mask formed from silver and black puzzle pieces. I’d been heading toward the Madder Hatter’s entrance and he was leaving. I’d been too busy yapping with Sylvia to look in front of me.