Mad Potato Novels & Stories

His presence was like annoying cigarette smoke. I smiled at Ace, who was busy in my mother's greenhouse at the back of our house. My mom had a greenhouse in the backyard for all her flower collections and a small hydroponic mushroom that she regularly tended to. I don't know how she can be so passionate about caring for everything.

It was also time to try out the potato porridge recipe she had gotten from a friend at the bakery, and knowing how good her cooking skills was Madison felt quite confident about the meal she was going to prepare tonight. She walked past the rows of vegetables, coming to a stop when she saw some fresh carrots that caught her eyes. Inspecting them carefully, she began to take as many as she would need. She took another look at the list in her hand, and all there was left after the carrots were onions and green bell peppers. As she moved to pick up one last carrot, she felt her phone vibrate in her purse. Pulling her hand away, she quickly brought out the cell to see that it was an unknown numb

"You've come too far to give up now." His daughter, Mira, zipped from one side of the room to the other, quick and decisive in her movements. She took one of the jars off the top shelf, removed the cap, and put a few drops into a clay pot. She mixed it with a stick made of carved wood while her golden gaze kept darting back to her father.

“I’m going to stop you right there, all right, Wachowski? What you see portrayed in American movies is worlds different from what happens in real life.” Zinc looked down, appropriately chastened. He pulled out a long red gummy candy from the packet on the table in front of him and began to munch on it. Red Vines, it was called. Ysiah tasted it earlier and thought it was the most disgusting thing he’d ever put in his mouth. Yrah was staring at Ysiah and had also pulled out one of the Red Vines to chew on. “I don’t get it. Why didn’t the warden know that any of this was going on?”

“Yeah, mayonnaise. You’ve never heard of it?” Realizing he probably sounded really strange not having heard of something he thought must be pretty common, he tried to play it off. “Well, I’ve been raised on a pretty strict diet,” he said, trying the sliced potatoes. They were crisp and salty, and he instantly loved them but didn’t dare ask what they were. Naomi went back to her work, but she was shaking her head. “You’re an odd duck, Adam Blue,” she said. “Being different has its perks,” he argued, almost finished with his sandwich already. He slowed down to take a drink of the cool water. He absolutely loved water and could drink it all day long.