Mada Mada Novels & Stories

Giovanni: "How far are you from home, Mio Amore(my love)?" My mother's voice laced with her heavy Italian accent streamed into my ear from the phone speaker. "Soon Madre(mother). I'm on my way from the airport." I replied, raising my hand to my aching chest.

Again. Wait, what?

First meeting. America Alexey came out of the entrance and heard a madman shouting from the fifth floor: "go to hell with your Democracy!". Then Alexey dodged a slipper flying at him, which the madman from the fifth floor threw out of the window. Alexey thought: "After all, indeed! What is Democracy? How do our people understand this word?". He decided to ask ordinary people on the street about what they say every single day in the news reports on TV, as if they want to hypnotize us so that we believe in the reality of its existence. The first thing he did was go to the grocery store to talk to someone about it. He walked over to the merchandiser and spoke to him:

I mumbled. "I love you, too"

She sat at the back with Faith, while her other friends were in front, with one of them driving. Arlene started getting worried because she was still outside and the sun had already set and the clouds were slowly getting dark. As soon as she caught a glimpse of the school building, she felt relieved, she couldn’t wait to get inside school, take a hot shower and lie down all covered in her blanket. Plus she had recently purchased a novel she couldn’t wait to read. ‘Mafia Princess’ by Chuka Sandra, also known as The Lunar Writer. But then something happened, Faith’s friend wheeled the car to the junction just before the school, and Arlene got alarmed. “What’s going on?” Arlene asked Faith rais

And could still walk and talk faster than Josie on three espresso shots. “Whatcha want, Sweets?” Madge asked Laura, her breath the graveyard where old cigarettes and Chanel go to die. The woman had to be at least eighty but looked fifty—except for her mouth, where smoking lines were grooved so deeply her lips looked more like an elephant’s puckered asshole than anything resembling human flesh.

sukoon smiles and says ok lets start. Madness is an illness… An illness that old age makes you forget. But screw that… we won’t be old for a while… So let’s be MAD tonight! I’ve seen mint in the betel leaf. I’ve seen the gem on your nose ring. I’ve seen a beautiful girl; and a handsome rascal. The moon became a cheater and cheated, so all the stars said, gili gigi akkha. My words, your words, talking so much is a bad habit.

His face visibly softened for a split second and then immediately hardened again. Hi guys! I'm Madi, I'm from Australia and I love to read and write! I'm a self proclaimed writer and adventurist. I love nature and exploring the boundaries of fiction. Thank you for reading my stories! "Let me show you your new office" he led me down the hall to a silver door with a name plaque hanging on it 'Miss Madeline Slate'

For Moon sake, she couldn't have said that sooner? "Good," I mumbled, undoing my buttons next. "But she wants to come home, and the asylum's thinking of releasing her. Like this couldn't get any worse. "Mother, please." I whirled around to face her. "I honestly can't deal with Maddy right now." Remove a 'd' and the 'y' form her name and you'll have mad. And it wasn't even an insult. She really was mad. "I know, Jaris. But—"