Kyle Maddox
Bio
My goal is to make you think or feel something.
Doing my best to navigate the entertainment industry.
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Achievements (1)
Stories (14/0)
- Top Story - June 2023
The Bronze HourglassTop Story - June 2023
Darkness fell. The silver glow of the moon alerted Karl it was time to begin. Carefully planned, painstakingly checked, and strategically synchronized with the security watchdog's erratic schedule, tonight was a mission go.
By Kyle Maddox3 months ago in Fiction
Chronicles of a County Deputy
“CLICK!” I heard as my service weapon ran dry. Hot sweat clouded my field of view as I crawled backwards, keeping my weapon aimed downrange. I was out of time. I had nothing left to do but say a final prayer and shout “PARTNER!” as loud as I could in hopes that my field training officer would grab me by the collar and pull me from this burning apartment building, saving me from my first gunfight and fire.
By Kyle Maddoxabout a year ago in Humans
Operation: Deep Fried Reese's
Reese’s cups. Alone, they are more than enough. Their sweet, fluffy center with the perfect amount of crunch, filling your nasal cavity with the taste of artificial peanut butter that somehow tastes fresher than the actual thing. Their solid chocolate shell that provides the sufficient amount of protection for the peanut butter and satisfaction for its devourer when they take the first bite, feeling that dull crunch ushering their taste buds into a world of sugary goodness. If all that wasn’t enough of a draw, my favorite color was always orange as a kid. Again, Reese’s cups alone, are more than enough. After all, they made them into a cereal. But deep fried Reese’s cups? Well, that is a life-altering progression, and that is where this story begins.
By Kyle Maddoxabout a year ago in Feast
The Lunar Tree
“There once was a fruit that contained magical properties. It was foretold that the nectar of this fruit could cure any disease, heal any wound, erase any ailment. Its flesh was sweeter than anything you had ever tasted, like berries mixed with vanilla and coconut on a hot afternoon. It was also the most beautiful food you had ever seen. So beautiful, you almost did not want to eat it. This wondrous creation of nature was called moon fruit, and it grew on the highest branch of the Lunar Tree, the mystical tree that towered so high above the canopy it made the rest of the forest look like saplings. These cobalt, orb-like treats weren’t around all year, however. They only bloomed on the summer solstice. Not only that, but they didn’t always bloom. These gifts from the heavens only bloomed after tasting the rejuvenating shower of the first summer rainfall. So, once every eleven years, when it rained on the summer solstice, you could look to the top of the highest tree to see their sapphire glow.”
By Kyle Maddoxabout a year ago in Fiction
Kryptonite
March 7, 2011. This was the night my dad was struck by kryptonite. For years, I watched him leave for work in his crisp police uniform. Boots and belt always freshly polished, badge shining with the radiance of a planet in the night sky, and not a wrinkle or unintentional crease on his black, polyester shirt. Before he turned on the radio which hung on his right hip, he would always pick me up, hug me and tell me he loved me, along with my younger sister and brother. My dad was invincible. He was unbreakable. He was my hero.
By Kyle Maddoxabout a year ago in Families
- Top Story - June 2022
Phantom Car
“THERE WEREN’T ALWAYS DRAGONS IN THE VALLEY!” the bare-chested man slurred as he lunged at the glass divider in the police cage. His sweaty hamstrings squealed on the ice-cold bench as the seat belt halted his advance. I knew better than to engage Edwin Bigwarrior, my current prisoner, in conversation after the cuffs went on. It would just amp him up again which is not what I wanted for the 45-mile expedition to the county jail. I turned the FM radio up as we left the reservation and turned onto Old Highway 78.
By Kyle Maddoxabout a year ago in Fiction
