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)
The Reckoning
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. At least not before The Reckoning. The infamous night when an elite occupying force swept over the land of Nova, taking over the vibrant city of Fry. Men were dispatched, women were taken as wives and children were forced to perform manual labor. The little girls were put to work as maids and house servants, but the little boys, they were different. They had the genetic disposition to be fighters. To be tactical. To be trained. The city of Fry, once a bustling trade stop along the crystal river now lay under ash and smoke from the great invasion which would forever be known as The Reckoning. Now, under commands from barbaric warriors, walked a boy. His arms full of lumber, his face covered in soot. A tear trickled down his cheek, revealing a streak of the boyish complexion hidden beneath the grime. He labored with each step, willing his feet to keep moving so he wouldn’t be trampled. Little did he know that he would be the key to the salvation, or eradication of his people. His name was Jex.
By Kyle Maddox2 years ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge
5-9-5-3Runner-Up in Mother's Day Confessions Challenge
Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but I need to confess something. As you know, I lived at your place for a bit, we’ll call it eighteen years. For the first twelve or so, there was a rule that was not to be broken: Do NOT watch any adult TV shows. This rule was created after the great “Degrassi Incident” where the ten-year-old version of Kyle was watching his weekly teen melodrama and accidentally inquired as to what Marijuana was. Yes, it was an accident, and no I didn’t actually know what marijuana was until several years later, which I’m sure will be covered in another story. The point is, you had to do something. Honestly, I get it. You didn’t want to be the only one at parent-teacher conferences having to explain why at recess your 4th grader was the one rolling joints out of Crayon paper or singing Bob Marley on the play structure. No harm no foul, but I digress.
By Kyle Maddox2 years ago in Families