Madeline Tetzner
Bio
A kind, genuine and warm lover of the arts.
Stories (6/0)
The Man who will Surely Break my Heart
I arrive home to find that my house is in less than acceptable shape to have a guest over. I glide around the house, frantically collecting laundry, toys and items out of place in my stride. I have a five year old son, who Ryan has met before. He's always so easygoing and natural with my boy, Parker, too.
By Madeline Tetzner3 years ago in Filthy
The Man who will Surely Break my Heart
I have always had a soft spot for Ryan. I would never let him know it, but I feel like a giddy school girl every time he's around. I am only offered a welcomed relief from the butterflies that swarm my stomach by sighing deeply to compose myself. If done publicly, I worry I would surely expose the wicked thoughts that consume me. I'm painfully aware that my face, blushed pink and hot to the touch, will give away that the delicate flower between my thighs, pulsates desperately. It dampens my panties and threatens to uncover the wishful intentions that overcome me, when I let my mind wander too far about him.
By Madeline Tetzner3 years ago in Filthy
INMATE 53006
Inmate 53006 Inmate 53006 sat stiffly upright on the edge of his weathered mattress. He stared blankly at the beige wall opposite him, ignoring the claustrophobic 7 by 12, by 8.5 foot windowless cuboid that encapsulated him. The mattress had never been replaced, or washed. It was only given a fortnightly change of sheets if the guards were feeling charitable.
By Madeline Tetzner3 years ago in Criminal
My Two Cents about the Mango Hack that Divided a Nation
There's at least one thing that you can guarantee about Australian's. Aussies are creatures of habit. We don't like change - make no mistake, we're definitely chilled out and super easy-going, but there's just something comforting about routine, tradition... creature comforts if you will, that offers the kind of security we thrive on.
By Madeline Tetzner3 years ago in Lifehack
Choices Made
Have you ever noticed that life resembles - albeit a complex and extended version, of a 'pick-your-own-adventure'. Now, I'm not saying it's healthy... but I confess, I spend a considerable amount of time imagining the possibilities, if I had made different choices in pivotal moments throughout this journey. Somebody please tell me that I'm not the only one?
By Madeline Tetzner3 years ago in Humans
Simple Pleasures
I can already feel the straps of my obnoxiously bright aqua togs digging into my side. The white linen blouse that I am wearing clings relentlessly to the sweat that crawls, as if purposefully in slow motion, down the small of my back. My denim shorts have been too small for months now. I haven't replaced them under the false pretence that I might actually loose some weight. I chuckle to myself over my audacity, just last night I had shovelled Belgian Chocolate ice cream into my gob, as though my life depended on it. I do an awkward dance on the pavement, hopping from one foot to the other and welcome the sweet relief when I finally find a grassy patch where I can take refuge. Despite doing this walk almost daily, I never seem to catch on. This would be a lot more bearable if I made the effort to wear shoes.
By Madeline Tetzner3 years ago in Humans