<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[madisonannwrites]]></title><description><![CDATA[madisonannwrites]]></description><link>https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2026 06:31:47 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Poetry: Prompt - enjambment + feminism +rhetorical questions]]></title><description><![CDATA[Oh, so you know me then? So, you know it’s a reflection on you Every victory I win is a Sin: A sign of your weakness to lose to a Girl? So you know, do you, that my tears aren’t real It’s HORMONES right? I can’t be rational, after all My body isn't made for maths? It’s not angles; it’s curves  That your Pythagor-ass couldn’t understand. Oh, do I offend you then? Shame the history shoved down your throat Chokes you with stories of Boys Forgetting that other humans made them. Of course, you...]]></description><link>https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/post/poetry-prompt-enjambment-feminism-rhetorical-questions</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a292fde2a057aa1c77ac477</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 09:37:33 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>madison fowler</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poetry: Prompt - picture of buttons]]></title><description><![CDATA[Buttons Click-clack. That sound sets my teeth on edge. Click Clack. It’s the plastic tapping of my grandmother  Fiddling with the buttons of her cardigan.  Click-clack. In the background is the TV, playing her daytime shows  Blurring into one mass of smiley, bland sound.  At her feet is the fat cat, thick with purrs,  Old but not as ancient as she.  On the street outside there are cars, chatter…  Yet  That sound pierces through me.  Bringing with it fear  The fear of her unseeing eyes The...]]></description><link>https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/post/poetry-prompt-picture-of-buttons</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a292f88a83c9aa62bd2d26e</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 09:34:13 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>madison fowler</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Poetry: Prompt - a sprig of heather]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Sprig of Heather A sprig of heather, midnight found A leveret plucked from frozen ground A blackberry crop from wildered while A shared treat given for a shared smile A kiss stolen from Bessie’s lips And a heart held by her fingertips A stolen moment, lightning fast A tender embrace in hidden grass A sideward glance, the hidden knife A jealous cut to the sinews of life A condemnation on a woman’s soul A blazing hate fed by priestly coal A metal chain; a test of water; Dragged through trial...]]></description><link>https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/post/poetry-prompt-a-sprig-of-heather</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a292f44b2d71ad74febf110</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 09:33:16 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>madison fowler</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Short Story: Prompt - the family dog goes missing for weeks. But it’s come back somewhat changed (child perspective)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Toby is the goodest dog. I know that because Mark says so. Mum says he’s her baby but that's wrong because I'm her baby and Toby is forty-four really (Mark says) and Mum is only thirty so that’s not right. Mum cried a lot when Toby was away. Mark says Mum cries all the time and ‘not to worry champ’ but Mark cries too at films like that one with the dog in it so I knew he was sad about it? I was sad. I missed Toby on the end of my bed, where he goes when Mum isn’t looking and warms my feet up....]]></description><link>https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/post/short-story-prompt-the-family-dog-goes-missing-for-weeks-but-it-s-come-back-somewhat-changed-ch</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a292e14f8e7e84c72bef97e</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 09:30:46 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>madison fowler</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Flash Fiction: Prompt - fantasy genre + a trick + 200 words]]></title><description><![CDATA[Plink. Plink. Plinkplinkplinkplink.  	“The rain dragon is out again,” Mother sighs, not looking up. 	She will not venture outside - none of us do when the rain comes. Only a wall of waxed and charmed paper separates us from nature and Mother’s gods, but that’s safe enough. I watch as Mother takes out one of the luscious honey cakes that she makes for these divine moments. 	“Take this to the offering box,” she commands me, and I take the cake with the reverence that I know she expects.  	I...]]></description><link>https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/post/flash-fiction-prompt-fantasy-genre-a-trick-200-words</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a292d8a8ae4d2c74dcf2cf9</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 09:26:42 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>madison fowler</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Flash Fiction: Sensory Prompt (smell) - whisky]]></title><description><![CDATA[Whisky on leather. That’s what father smelled like – child me believed for so many years that that bottle kept in the high cupboard was what he used to shine his shoes and his belts. I’d watch him, soft cloth in hand, wipe along the smooth surfaces, getting into the contours loving and carefully as if the shoes were living creatures. The same hard, strong hand would calm the cat on his lap, and so I would imagine the shoes purring as he polished. 	The sharp delectable smell would come to me...]]></description><link>https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/post/flash-fiction-sensory-prompt-smell-whisky</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a292b9bb34d9652f55352d3</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 09:18:29 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>madison fowler</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Flash Fiction: Sensory Prompt (touch) - a broken branch]]></title><description><![CDATA[My sister liked the calluses on her fingers and the contours and tears of the bark. It was like a fingerprint to her, or maybe braille - because it seemed to speak to her with a vibrancy that I did not understand. I just saw the slime and heard the squelch and felt the splinters before they happened. I did not want to touch – it would be horrid, I knew. I wouldn’t get over it – I’d be thinking for days, weeks, later about how that slug rolled over my fingers. Or I’d have to ask our stepmother...]]></description><link>https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/post/flash-fiction-sensory-prompt-touch-a-broken-branch</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a292a87b34d9652f5535052</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 09:15:25 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>madison fowler</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Flash Fiction: Sensory Prompt (taste) - a popcorn kernel ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Grandma in the Corn “Grandma’s in the corn again!!” I hear the youngun’s bellowin’ for me. They reckon I’ve fell, chucked out me hip or somethin’. Me hip seems to be the high topic of conversayshun now-days, like he has a personality all his own, an’ getting full o’ himself with it too. But I am jus’ fine in here, thank you. Whenever a youngun’ gets lost in the corn thee go to panic – used to that ‘city livin’ now. Always a’knowin’ where they are, never havin’ the canucks to just get...]]></description><link>https://www.madisonannhallidayauthor.com/post/flash-fiction-prompt-a-popcorn-kernel</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1982172cf7d1d449f1d1ec</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2026 12:10:22 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>madison fowler</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>