Author Robert C. Madison
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Author Robert C. Madison
@robertcmadison.bsky.social
Writer of fiction, reader of books. Rider of motorcycle, petter of cats.
With groceries in hand, he escaped the market though his paycheck didn't. Fretting #impeached promises of a better tomorrow, he turned on the radio. Music soothes the most worried mind but speakers droned corporate algorithms. The #thrum of constant disappointment.

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January 30, 2026 at 1:18 PM
Hard work at the #gym
followed by wondrous pizza
#obfuscates results.

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January 29, 2026 at 1:22 PM
He #quivered at the thought of a deep-muscle #massage, aching after days of hard work for little pay. Then again, he hated people, so found himself content at a dim booth in a dimmer bar, a whiskey working its magic. Solitary in plain sight.

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January 28, 2026 at 1:07 PM
As the year #wanes to #autumn, and the trees give their annual gift like slow fireworks of foliage, still he cannot help but dread the oncoming doom of winter, whose #scope of loss is unknowable.

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January 27, 2026 at 1:04 PM
Too much time spent indoors, idle on the couch. Too much food, which to him was exactly the right amount. Now he stared in the mirror, #bloated to the #cusp of bursting. He figured he did the holidays right, then.

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January 26, 2026 at 1:21 PM
Other praised the resilience of his optimism. It became a defining feature but destined for failure. When each day, a morning #drizzle of misfortune ended in an evening #hurricane, eventually he punched walls and said words which would make a dirty politician blush.

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January 23, 2026 at 1:21 PM
An old man once told me to beware the coming storm.

"Take heed," he said. "For there is no wrath like #nature #unmoored."

I'm not sure what he meant, but I've been terrified ever since.

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January 22, 2026 at 1:15 PM
Hold fast, for just around the #bend there is light. Wait, beyond that corner is a new day. Watch, as this doom is sure to dissipate, and when it happens, #exhale at last.

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January 21, 2026 at 1:37 PM
The #puppy #looms over the bone of some poor, #extinct creature. If I take a step, the dog will pounce in some instinctual and inevitable game. One thing is for certain, the pup really wants me to take that step.

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January 20, 2026 at 1:18 PM
We sit in the #raft, drifting at sea, #searing under a relentless sun. We lost our oars overboard fighting over the last beer at the mouth of the river, pitching us to our doom. Two idiots roasting like tater tots forgotten in an air fryer.

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January 16, 2026 at 12:58 PM
"What's your sign?" he asked, like it mattered.
"Is that the best you can do?" she replied.
"They mean something. The signs."
"Oh yeah?"
"Trust me. From the heart."
"If the #zodiac is as #heartfelt as you get," she said, "next, please."

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January 15, 2026 at 1:04 PM
He came across as quite #wonky. He wore #goggles instead of glasses, his clothes disheveled beyond the hope of an iron, and hair like he'd stuck a finger in a socket. Like a young Doc Brown without the time-travel genius, though he did once try to steal plutonium.

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January 14, 2026 at 1:06 PM
One summer day, our mom made us root beer #floats. We ate them while sitting on the front #stoop, racing against the sun as it melted thick scoops of vanilla into the sweet, tingly soda. For that moment, at least, we felt like kings of the #neighborhood.

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January 13, 2026 at 1:02 PM
Two #finches perch upon the wreath on my front door. They hurry and hassle, flit and fidget, chirp and chatter. Now a #slapdash nest is nestled within the wreath, and I cannot use my front door this spring. The songs are nice, though.

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January 12, 2026 at 1:35 PM
We huddle 'round the conveyor belt, a dingy, rubber river with scuffed stainless banks. The belt is like a lottery, spewing out #luggage in the chaos of people catching up or coughing. I hope my #delivery comes soon and is not lost in Des Moines. $50 for this pleasure.

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January 9, 2026 at 1:23 PM
Thumbtacked posters #adorn faux-wood panelled walls. Shag carpet the color of a sun-bleached lion rests below a few couches whose upholstery is busier than O'Hare during the holidays. Descend #downstairs into a musty time capsule.

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January 8, 2026 at 1:22 PM
A dark room on a day with no responsibilities is filled with the sparce taps of rain upon the roof. After a welcoming introductory sonata, the shower soon swells into a full #symphony, nature's #passport to relaxation.

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January 7, 2026 at 1:27 PM
On a Tuesday, he had #embarked on a plan to commit a bit of light #treason. However, when the car wouldn't start, he got a bit #spooked. What else could go wrong? In the end, he went back inside and had a nice bowl of popcorn.

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January 6, 2026 at 1:01 PM
What an #oddball. He ate cereal without milk, faced the wrong way in an #elevator, and gave honest, detailed answers whenever someone asked, "How are you?"

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January 5, 2026 at 1:21 PM
Sodium vapor street lights hum in the night, painting city streets yellow as footsteps tap in #regret. An old friend called fog comes along to dabble in the mood. Atmospheric noir on a weeknight always seems so #bleak.

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December 18, 2025 at 1:08 PM
"You're always so pessimistic. Try focusing on happy memories or something."
"Like what?"
"What about a pleasant meal you had as a kid?"
"I #recall finding a #beak in my fried chicken once."
"I said happy memories."
"Best I can do."

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December 17, 2025 at 1:38 PM
He wondered how #common folk grieved. Folks with nine-to-fivers, two kids in the suburbs, air-fryer weeknight dinners. His world of violence never allowed that, but then he met her. Now in her absence, he weathered a #squall of #memories in a whiskey storm.

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December 16, 2025 at 1:08 PM
They did #live streaming events to show their #boho lifestyle, but what they really proved was how annoying they were.

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December 15, 2025 at 1:14 PM
Plate after plate of succulent #dishes barely touched at the party honoring the #successor to the crown while his subjects bled in the fields to put a pittance upon their tables.

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December 12, 2025 at 1:09 PM
They spent the summer of 1931 a bit differently. All year they studied hard at college. Good grades and popular extracurriculars. Once they graduated, they ran hooch down from Canada into speakeasies. A #dash of the #illicit was a hell of an internship.

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December 11, 2025 at 1:05 PM