L.L. Madrid

Writer

L.L. Madrid lives in Tucson where she can smell the rain before it falls. She resides with her five-year-old daughter, a mysterious cat, and on occasion, a scorpion or two. She likes food spicy, beer sour, and words whispered.

Her short story, "The Rat Girl of Saint Bruno's", received honorable mention in The Speculative Literature Foundation's 2015 Working Class Writers Grant.

Summertime Dusk won 101 Word's 17th writing contest.

What Groupon Says was nominated for Best Small Fictions 2016.

When she's not writing her own stories she's reading for Speculative 66, where she is Editor-In-Chief. (http://speculative66.weebly.com/)

Look for L.L. Madrid's forthcoming short stories in Third Wednesday Magazine, Devilfish Review, The Coil, and Gamut.

Links to additional stories can be found at her website.

Portfolio

Aiming For God by L.L. Madrid
An alert chimes on my phone. Like one of Pavlov's dogs, I react instantly. It takes only a swift click to read the breaking news. Active shooter. Fifteen to twenty hostages....
Wild Bruises and Mechanical Birds in the Blackened Hours by L L Madrid - Reflex Fiction
Every night, the great rock face puts on a show depicting the lifetime of a bruise. First, the sun melts over the cliffs, wounding them with a bright red glow. The hue deepens...
The Twine Girl in the Deep, Dark Woods
After the “incident”—that’s what they called it—my parents wept and the police interviewed me. Later I would tell therapists. With each recitation, the words fell heavier,...
Tiny Stitches
Tiny Stitches Few people in the world find growth charts as interesting as I do. Madeline certainly doesn't. She's my half-sister and my favorite person. Even though I'm seven...
Museum of the Unseen
A gathering of bleary-eyed people waited for the number seven bus. Nods of acknowledgment bobbed from chin to chin. Though Marin stood at the corner every weekday for the past...
A Happy Meal Ending
Juniper Haskin had one wish. She recited it each night upon spotting that first far-away star. Dandelions were blown with purpose and pennies saved for tossing into fountains....
Music from the B-side by L.L. Madrid | Bartleby Snopes
To occupy my mind, I play the only game I can. Lenses. Pretending my eyes are twin cameras I pan them from my left side peripheral to my right and select my target. Today it's...
Nipple Gazing - Lunch Ticket
Nineties Girlhood No one ever praised me for being smart, only for being good. Good meant pretty and quiet, pressed like a flower in the middle of a bell curve. The first time I...
Monsoon Season
Gila woodpeckers forged a hollow at the heart of a great saguaro. It was a water witch who first filched the three-eyed coyote skull and secreted it in the hole, nestling the...
Here Fishing
Here Fishing Every Sunday my grandfather fishes at Ripple Pond. It’s an old habit, one anchored in boyhood. His mother allowed him to forgo church for fishing, as he was more...
The Nape
It’s hard to fall asleep. It’s been that way for awhile, but tonight is especially bad. Annalise Yancy showed up to English with her hair cut almost all off. Sitting behind her,...
Fever Wish
Marisol turns eight in the midst of a wildfire summer. The mountains burn, and the valley smells of mesquite and smoke hovers, always in your eyes. Even lifelong desert...
What Groupon Says
A new stay-at-home-mother, Eloise savors the reading of her Groupon emails, which possess the same whimsical acuity as her daily horoscope.
Summertime Dusk
It's firefly season. The village children run through the woods clutching mason jars and butterfly nets. Among the exposed roots of an ancient oak, a dirty-faced girl called...
The Rat Girl of Saint Bruno's |
Sister Mary Elizabeth acts cheerful, but she's afraid. My nose crinkles. Underneath the mildew, I can smell her fear. She calls me sweetheart and is careful not to look at me....
On the House by L.L. Madrid
In the early hours of a not-so-long-ago Christmas Eve, snow blanketed the prairie patchwork and rolled through the wide, empty streets of Buck, South Dakota. In some other place...

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