Martha Martha Speaks Novels & Stories

she decided to return the ball in their corner. “Take him home and use him for sex and not let him take you in some basement and carve out your kidneys or sell you to human traffickers!” Martha was almost screaming. “Wow, I never realized you love me that much,” Elizabeth’s eyes were full of tears, happy tears. Martha hit her under the table. “Of course I love you, you stupid! Now speak!” She ordered.

"For staying calm yesterday. I was a mess." Kimberly glanced at her, masking her unease. "You’ve recovered fast." Martha’s smile widened slightly. "I heal quickly. Maybe it’s all the tea and good company." Kimberly forced a polite smile. "Right." They sat across from each other at the small breakfast table. Martha talked about the weather, the flowers outside, meaningless chatter that filled the air like smoke—light but suffocating. Kimberly watched her carefully. Every gesture seemed rehearsed, every glance designed to appear harmless.

Mary said, drawing back from his outstretched hand. Martha giggled and came closer to him. "Hi! I'm Martha, but my friends call me Marti." She said shaking his hand. Mary scrunched her nose and looked at her sister like she was crazy. "Oh! You actually have bacon grease all over your chin." Martha squealed as she tugged at his chin.

I yelled out at the top of my voice. " I'm sorry, but I have to do this," Martha said, and then, the world went dark

snapped a woman in her fifties, her voice sharp and filled with pure disgust. This evil woman called Martha. She always acted like she was queen of the world. She didn’t wait for a reply. Just waved over two younger women who dumped more grimy, food-crusted dishes into the sink with smirks on their faces. “Move faster, you lazy slug!” Marta hissed, her hands planted on her hips. “What’s wrong with you? You’re slower than a dead snail. The real work’s waiting, and you’re dragging like you’ve got all day!”

If looks could kill, pretty face here would be dead and gone. "You're so petty Trisha. All you ever do is spread cheap gossip and try to put people down just to feel better about yourself. You are just a shameless, low spirited wannabe Gabriella and I suggest you walk out now with your head, your face and makeup still intact cause if you don't, I will pluck your eyes out myself!" Martha threatens angrily and I'm beyond surprised. This had to be the first time I'm hearing Martha talk without sounding like an angry child. She looks so serious right now and her threat seemed to take a very pale Trisha by surprise.

Martha's mouth did not ove, but they could tell through her eyes and the movemet of her fingers pressing themselves together that she had something to say. Alexis followed her eyes, movements by movements, till she saw a confirmation in it. She just wanted her to tell. There was this startegy she was following and she hoped it works for her in this case. "I think..." Martha started to say but stopped halfway through, still processing her thoughts. One could tell she was going through scenarios playing in her head and was looking for a narrative to spew. "I think it was... murder." She said the murder so silently that it took Alexis reading her lips to identify what she said.

But I needed no further confirmation as someone's voice filtered through the phone from a distance. "Sarah you will have to take them over my dead body," Martha screamed, clearly in a struggle, "over my fucking dead body do you hear me?"

Hanna spat, her muscles twitching with merriment whilst a faint light flashed past her eyes. "I can't believe this! So…you'd rather die, Hanna? Die for people who don't even know that you exist?" Martha released a booming scoff albeit irritation surged up inside her system — her mouth quickly went hard as she looked at Hanna who did not care about her rage. At this moment, Martha did not know what to do exactly — neither scream nor laugh at how stupid her friend was.

Mary said, drawing back from his outstretched hand. Martha giggled and came closer to him. "Hi! I'm Martha, but my friends call me Marti." She said shaking his hand. Mary scrunched her nose and looked at her sister like she was crazy. "Oh! You actually have bacon grease all over your chin." Martha squealed as she tugged at his chin.