Author Robert C. Madison

I grew up on a #block where kids told tales of a group of wild bullies which ruled the streets after dark. A gang of vicious older kids with huge egos as thin as balloons. Perhaps no #myth, we fled home to safety each evening when the street lights burned.

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#Roller coaster of emotions, from resounding glee to a pit of despair. What full #measure of character does it take to stay optimistic?

Don't forget your #meds, I guess.

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He never read any #literature, proclaiming he had neither the time nor interest. Thus, on his deathbed, when he realized all the adventures he had missed, he proclaimed with an appropriate lack of imagination, " #Oops!"

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"What was your dissertation?"
"Donuts."
"What?"
"Well, officially, 'The Baker's Dozen Isn't Enough: #History and and Societal Impacts of Donuts Since the Industrial Revolution.'"
"Huh. What'd you glean from your research?"
"13 isn't enough donuts. And about 20 pounds."

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Impossible cartography, tracking the tectonic shifting #geography of the soft, purring ranges upon the comforter as they chase the sun with imperceptible movement.

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Went to this dive bar #famous for their burgers. They didn't say how well the whiskey flows there, so I can't remember the burger. The devil's in the details, and I think he has a booth in the back of that bar.

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In the end, they #waged war on #education, which, not coincidentally, was very much an uneducated thing to do.

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Hours spent doing #domestic chores. I tell myself it's a #blessing; not everyone has the ability to complete such menial tasks or a home in which to do them.

No, I still hate chores.

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Sun #rays warm #cherry floors. The perfect cook regardless of season. Ask the cat pastries baking within.

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Heavy fog #merges with the countryside like a murky dream. A once familiar landscape now a muted #argent canvas, waiting to be saved by a merciful sun.

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Under the shimmering #arch of the canopy of a small wood, we spent summer afternoons #experimenting. Some days we'd build a fort from branches, others a space craft from the same materials. Whatever we did came from the hot #ignition of pure imagination.

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Soon the leaves will be raked to the curb like yesterday's #trash, but I enjoy them for now, a red blanket hugging summer's lawn against the #creep of winter's bite.

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In my dream, everything went back to normal. Birds sang, the sun shone bright, and people went about their daily tasks as if existential dread didn't loom ever present. There was a #martian who followed me around and hit rim shots of a #snare, but hey, it was a dream.

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Opaque #fog hung across the valley. Even the sun had no power over it. We stayed upon our porch, wondering when it would dissipate. Then we heard something that let us know sometimes what's out there should remain #unseen.

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There is no doubt who rules this house, two co-equal #kings whose domain I am fortunate to share. Clean for them, provide ample feasts, and in the evening I become their throne, with just enough #energy for pets to earn their praise of purring. I'm a grateful subject.

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Spilled tea into the #saucer not a waste but an #opportunity to lessen the #crunch of an over-baked biscuit.

(Or cookie, for those against or less attuned to alliteration.)

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Splitting #atoms. Rendering matter for humanity. What could could have come from it? Instead, we found ourselves catching snowflakes on our tongues during #nuclear winter.

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Just #another night, but light a fire in the #hearth, and let's call it #deluxe.

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Warm autumn ruined the season, normally the leaves #spiking like orange, yellow, and red fireworks, now just muted #undertones of nature's beauty before the winter rest.

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He thought he had all the #verve in the world, baffled why no one else saw it. He wore a #leather jacket and everything. He wondered if he needed to grow a mullet. That would probably do it.

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Not one to break norms in the past, one day, he decided to act out and got an #earring in a single ear. It was as though he saw a George Micheal album cover and thought, "How rebellious." A real Midwest milquetoast #libertine.

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Cigarette butts nestled upon cold #ashes loiter in a tray beside a plate of forgotten #peas. Best accompanied by an empty glass and hardened memories. Maybe tomorrow's sun will hatch better times.

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Good and evil #clash on repeat, an eternal struggle. Why some have broken moral compasses seems an unanswerable riddle. Follow that arc as it continues to bend. #Granted it is slow, but #only_one solution is acceptable: justice.

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Truth.

I always thought introducing someone as an #associate screamed #power move. But I got greedy. It doesn't work with cats. "This is my associate, Gingersnaps." Nope.

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What magic conjurs dreams? Where a bookstore winds on for miles, like a cozy labyrinth. Deep within, a #cow reads old #pulp mysteries, guessing at whounit, but she's only right on occasion. Ah, the brain's fertile weirdness in its subconscious state!

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Time sprinkles glitter on memories, smoothing harsh edges on the past, offering the mirage of an #oasis from #remorse.

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Afternoon lost in a #book, the day a #blur as I devour the story of someone else's experiences. Fiction fostering empathy is never wasted time.

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I escape the sepia streetlights of the city into the #country, where moonlight filters through naked trees to #shred the hillsides blue. Strange how I enjoy the muted palette after the sun's retreat. Night's cool #conundrum.

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