Troi McAdory
Bio
A celestial hippie with Peter Pan syndrome. I write about the things I cannot always say out loud.
Stories (23/0)
Unnatural Affinity
I’m Maxine Luchessi and I’m a pyrokinetic telepath. I’m different and I don’t mean it in the cool way where everyone wants to express their individuality through their mutual need to stand out. Everyone claims they’re one of a kind and there’s no one else in the world like them, which is fine. But how far does individuality go before you find someone just like you? Explain doppelgangers. I mean, out of all the people in the world one can’t simply be the only one in the world.
By Troi McAdory about a year ago in Filthy
Waking Up to Nothing (Part 3)
I followed behind Grace not asking where we were headed. The road we traveled was an echo of what used to be. Nothing looked as it had on this side of town either. In my head, I could see children playing throughout the neighborhood and families gathering together in their front yards knowing things would continue for another day as long as they had one another. The light in their eyes was a reflection of the light in their hearts.
By Troi McAdory about a year ago in Horror
Waking Up to Nothing (Part 2)
As I slept, I had a funny dream that slowly started turning into a repressed memory. I was in my car with my boyfriend, Jack, in the middle of traffic on our way to the beach when the entire earth shook so hard we thought we were in the middle of a devastating earthquake. There was a pregnant pause before we saw people spring from their cars, running along the highway setting smashed by other cars, or lept from the overpass to their deaths. The earth rocked again and we knew this was no earthquake but a bomb. Smoke surrounded the area and more people started running toward us.
By Troi McAdory about a year ago in Fiction
Waking up to Nothing
Chapter 1 I’m not entirely sure when it happened but I was knocked out. Either that or I was about to die before waking up here. My head pounded fiercely and the glare from the sun only increased it. I took in what little of my surroundings I could through the windshield, noticing I was alone in my car on the freeway. I should have panicked. I should have believed I was in some sort of accident and lost all consciousness, but when I saw the freeway was filled with vacant and destroyed cars, something inside me jolted to life and I reacted. Sweat pooled at my brows, and an uncomfortable tingle started at the crown of my head, making its way down to my toes. I wiggled them to make the feeling go away. My body ached everywhere as I reached into the backseat to grab my backpack. It bothered me that I could remember something so simple as the location of my backpack but nothing related to what happened to me before now.
By Troi McAdory about a year ago in Fiction
His Life (Part 2)
CHAPTER 3 We drove from California to Alabama with everything we owned in our cars. The trip took an entire two days even with the rotation of drivers. My dad was determined not to stay in California a second longer. For him, California was a representation of an extraordinary life he provided for his family but also an incredible stressor for him. When the economy dropped in '08, he struggled to keep things afloat and it messed with his mental and physical health. My parents waited two years for me to finish high school, then they left soon after Zander and I had found an apartment.
By Troi McAdory 2 years ago in Fiction
His Life (Part 1)
CHAPTER 1 Our friendship began as teenagers. I first met Jax as he sat on the couch in my Southern California home with two of my brother Zander’s friends. While Zander ran upstairs to get something from his room, Jax sat in between them, blonde and skinny almost gangly as the other two teens with him were either shorter or meatier than him. My friends were waiting for me in the driveway as I made my way to the garage door when the heavier one, Andrew, stopped me.
By Troi McAdory 2 years ago in Fiction
Firebolt
In the pit of my soul where I knew honesty was never shy, I felt a swarm of butterflies invade my system as I left my job downtown in the boisterous city of Citadel. Lex and I had gotten into another argument regarding our future together and I was trying my best to remain level-headed, but with every passing mile, I found my anger spiking. We’d been texting since mid-afternoon after my lunch break and when the topic rolled in I tried to be clear and concise without the bitchy attitude I’m known to have. Yet, his message said: I’m still not sure if I’m ready for that. Then, it was like something in me snapped.
By Troi McAdory 2 years ago in Fiction
The Sweet Exchange
The hustle and bustle of the city pushed against her face in a forceful, inescapable hug. Maxine Devereux shoved her hands into her pockets, grumbling as she walked to her apartment building. Her curly black hair was styled in a neat bun, tendrils of hair framing her brown face and swaying in the wind as she moved. She turned her body just in enough time to avoid running into a food cart that was rushing to its next destination to catch its late afternoon customers.
By Troi McAdory 2 years ago in Fiction