Madison Mary• Show stories

I guess I'm just like any other teenage girl, struggling for survival. Writing is what probably keeps me going when I feel like giving up.

I love music - another thing that gives me a reason to live.

-Relient K
-Fall Out Boy
-Something Corporate
-Senses Fail
-The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus
-Taking Back Sunday
-My Chemical Romance
-Taking Back Sunday
-Brand New
-All-American Rejects
-FM Static
-Blink 182
-Panic! At The Disco
-Dashboard Confessional

I also love musicals. My favourites would be 'Wicked', 'Les Miserables', 'Rent' and 'Sweeney Todd' - awesome stuff. 'Avenue Q' rocks my socks as well!

I work at a children's theatre in Killara, Sydney, (Marian Street Theatre for Young People) with all my friends. It's my home away from home, a refuge, a place to be understood, but most of all, it's my family.

I aspire to be a primary school teacher, but dream of being an actress in musical theatre.

I write however I feel.

My Stories

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  • Goldilocks - Appropriation
    Goldilocks wandered through the metal forest, spluttering on the polluted air surrounding her. She couldn’t see the sun; the thick layer of clouds smothered the sky. Completely lost in the junkyard, she stumbled towards a sma
    1000 words, 2 comments, August 19, 2007
  • Rapunzel (Appropriation)
    Dame Gothel heard a rustling sound outside her window. She rubbed her eyes tiredly and peered into the darkness. A man was stumbling around in her garden. He was picking one of her most precious plants; the rapunzel. /
    1400 words, 1 comment, August 15, 2007
  • 1001 Tales
    My random musings running wild.
    2200 words, 6 comments, August 6, 2007
  • Story of a Girl (Chapter 3)
    500 words, 4 comments, August 3, 2007

My Poetry

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  • what did you possibly expect under these conditions?
    we inhaled a whole new breed of oxygen and swore we could outrun the pull of reality that struggled to make us realise that vows made after midnight are oft forgot by morning;
    <100 words, 1 comment, November 20
  • the forgotten ones.
    we are the kids who feel like dead ends,
    wandering through the echoes of street
    <100 words, 4 comments, November 20
  • pocketful of names.
    all the times you pretended not to hear me when I spoke
    and laughed when I cried
    <100 words, 1 comment, November 18

My other items

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  • nostalgia at allpoetry
    It's superfluous torture, walking past that patch
    of grass where we lay, running my fingers through
  • losing circulation. at allpoetry
    The eternity you hung around my neck laden with kisses
    is burning its shape into my chest;
  • dark blue. at allpoetry
    I'm the girl with hidden scars & a pretty face
    who falls in love with fairytales

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