Joey Madden

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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8 Stories

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“Cash In” by Joey Madden

Submitted to Contest #256

My name is Bryan Danielson, and all of my life, I wanted to be WWE champion. At Summerslam of this year, I had my opportunity. I did everything right, and yet, I left empty-handed. All because this company never believed in me. They made me a promise so that I wouldn’t leave, and they lied to my face.  It all started when I was young. I grew up watching Hulk Hogan, The Rock, Stone Cold Steve Austin, all of the legends of old. I wanted to be just like them from the moment I started watching, and that ambition never wavered in my mind. I ...

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“Championship Mentality” by Joey Madden

Submitted to Contest #256

I hear the man say, “Now, just hand it over, and I won’t have to bash your goddamn skull in.” He is about 6’5, tattoos run from his burly shoulders down to his bony fingers. He wears a wedding band that rings against the tire iron with each smack against his palm. Two others surround him. One reaches into his waistband behind him, but I can see that there is no gun there. He is smaller than the other two. His hands tremble, and his knees wobble slightly, but noticeably. He is hidden behind the others for the most part from Rodericks angle, s...

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“Nocturnal” by Joey Madden

Submitted to Contest #256

That smile. I'll never forget that smile. The smile that put me straight into retirement. The smile that precipitated The loss of a hundred lives, and 20 that I knew and loved dearly. I still see it. Everytime I close my eyes, I see it. I open my eyes, expecting it to go away, and there it is. It’s all I see anymore. Every day. Every single night. Every hour and every second. There it is.  See, I had always been infallible. I'm Michael Kross, a real-life superhero. The type of physical specimen you only see once every billion years, if ...

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“Ashwood Lane” by Joey Madden

Submitted to Contest #255

"Just bring them back to me." I plead, my hands clasped together tightly in prayer, bonded by the cohesion of sweat and the friction of skin as I tremble on my knees in the Lords Light. I know not to abuse prayer for selfish gain, but things are just really hard for me right now. I would hope that in all my time of serving the Lord, preaching his name, living by his rules, just once it could come back to me in an observable form.The rosary sits just above my bed. At this point, I know not if it guides me, or if it mocks me. The lord has alwa...

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“23 missed calls” by Joey Madden

Submitted to Contest #255

I call her, the phone rings, and rings, and then suddenly, voicemail. "Weird." I mutter to myself. I check her location and once again the technology of Apple has failed me. Why does this thing always seem to glitch out when I get worried? I tend not to bother her with multiple calls at a time, but this time I am just really worried. I know that she doesn't like it when I blow up her phone, but I need to know she's okay. If anything, at least maybe she will appreciate how much I care about her. I call her again. The phone rings, and ring...

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“Top 5 Pick” by Joey Madden

Submitted to Contest #255

"Projected top 5 pick in the NBA draft." All my life I have strived for this. My dream, and it was all coming to fruition. Teams salivated over my skillset. A 38-inch vertical, an elite three-point stroke, and quick feet laterally, I was something of a dream prospect. All those years I spent playing basketball with my father. Waking up early for practice. Standing around waiting for a game on the local courts, well, at least I used to. Now when I show up, everybody clears the court. This isn't football, nobody is wearing a helmet on the cou...

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“The World Looks Red” by Joey Madden

Submitted to Contest #255

[WARNING: Minor themes of Substance Abuse, Mental Health, and Thoughts of Violence] The world looks red. The ground sucks. I spit on the asphalt and rub it in with the heel of my dirtied boot. A jogger sprints by me with sweat running down his filthy brow as the stench of warm sweat assaults my olfactory senses. I turn towards him, but he is already far past me. I can't hold back this anger anymore. So long I have left it to fester inside me while I nod and smile in your face. Meanwhile, you don't know a thing about me. Nor do you care, n...

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“In the Family” by Joey Madden

Submitted to Contest #255

She carries me into my room. She lies me down in the bed, and gives me a warm kiss upon my forehead. A small tear runs down her cheek as she just stands above me for a moment. She doesn’t bother to say much, she knows I can hardly respond at this point in time. Maybe in the future, if I make it that far. “I love you so much my baby.” She tells me one more time. I want to follow her, but I can’t even walk. I feel safe, warm, comforted in her presence. I wish I could open my mouth and put together the words to tell her how much I love her...

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Author bio

Mostly Psychological. Inspired by Harmony Korrine, Sonic Youth, David Lynch and Kendrick Lamar. 23 years old.