Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous
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Known as a Significant Voice in Modern Literature, a Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2025 Black Authors Matter Children Book Awards Nominee for his books, and International Impact Awards' Author of the Year Nominee
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The Magic Scarf
I always loved my scarf. Did you know my grandma knitted it for me? I would take it wherever I go. It would be my safe-keeping. I loved the scarf. Some say it looked dignified and others say it look respectable. As soft as a lamb and stronger than winter. We get a lot of winters where I live. It gets freezing cold that's why my grandma told me to take the scarf wherever so I would stay warm and safe. I would travel much and had many places to go. I would never ever forget my scarf. I would love walking around. I like looking at nature stand still in winter. It is a lovely sight. Seeing the trees hibernate for winter, the wild animals gather for their hibernation. And seeing my footprint in the dazzling snow. And playing in the snow and eating snowflakes and wishing upon Bold Moons. Yeah I love winter. I love the refreshing air. And I will always keep warm with my magic scarf. I called it magic because I never got sick from the first winter up till now. I love being able to do what I want to do anytime I want to do. And not only does this scarf protected me from sickness but also it comforts me. I love the comfy and cozy feel it gives me. I feel like I could do anything and be safe. It also remind me of home and my heritage. It is apart of my personality. Even when I meet strangers they say something because of my scarf. My magic scarf, my lovable scarf, my sacred scarf has taken over me. And I don't know what I would do without it. Even my family recognized me for wearing that beautiful lamb-made scarf. And then it happened? I remember the day as if it was yesterday, I lost my magic scarf. I looked everywhere under the bed over the bed in the dresser and under the dresser, through my bedroom and throughout my family's house. I called my friends and parents. Nobody could find the scarf. I drove myself crazy about that scarf. I had dreams of the scarf and some were nightmares. Did someone steal my scarf? Did someone take my scarf? Was my scarf lost? Was my scarf destroyed? This was ongoing for days and days which turned into weeks and weeks. And finally I got sick, I was bed-ridden. Yup, the flu and I was taking all my medicine and staying in bed with a bell to call my mother and father. The warm fire of the fireplace was present but faint. I still was having dreams of that magic scarf. Would I ever find out what happened to it? Would I ever find my dear beloved scarf? Would life be the same? Would life be better? All I know is that I am stuck in this bed. I can't go outside. I can't see friends. I can't do what I want. My life is shambles. My life is ruined. Just fighting to see another day. Fighting to breath the fresh air. Fighting to see the morning. Mom and Dad brought in Rover, my French Pit Bull Dog. And Rover was a puppy but as smart as any dog and as curious as any dog. He did make me happy and for some time took my mind off of the scarf. I was playing with Rover like my own self again. I was happy and getting better. Then one day Rover was sniffing around the house and I usually stopped him but I was intrigue. He was sniffing around the rooms then the main floors then the closet. And then when he got to one closet that my parents and I never used. Rover started barking and barking and I tried to quiet him down but I could not and so I opened the door and look. And at first there was nothing but then a scarf the scarf the magic scarf was hanging just like in old days. I grabbed it and held it and tie it many times around. And after sometime I thanked Rover by taking him on a walk. And from that day on I never departed from the magic scarf and Rover was my hero.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Fiction
The Love Story of Nellie & Washie
It was like all other times, a time of war and a time of love. A time of nativity and a time of sincerity, a time of firsts and a time of lasts. As the two who will be forever intertwined were young and innocent. They lived two very different lives. Washie was a son of a good businessman and he was set to become head of his father's household. He was trained from youth to become his father's replacement. And he did not have much time to questioned or think otherwise. He was the heir and he was chosen to stand in his father's stead. It was the way things were suppose to be back then. Fathers begating sons to replace them and keep the family's business alive. Washie was troubled and felt the weight of carrying the family's responsibilities. He was also curious about the world. He had an adventuring spirit. He wanted to travel and he wanted to be something great. And he always had an apt to please his beloved mother. Then there was Nellie, she was a beautiful little girl and she was set to be a lovely bride to a prominent man. She was innocent and lovely. And when Washie set his eyes on her, he knew she was his interest. As he travel with his family to the neighbors around. He would get a glimpse of her and be astounded. She would do something that made him think. And after sometime Washie's mother knew something was going on between them. So she took the advice of his nanny and gave Washie a chore that would involved going to Nellie's parents house. And Washie's mother told him when he finished his chores and dress for the day that he would go to Nellie's house and help her family since they were good customers of his father. Washie tried to use excuses to why he could not go but his mother knew him so well that she could figure out he was lying and hiding his love for Nellie. Washie's mother grab the things in his hand and ordered him to go. And Washie bowed his head and agreed with his mother. And as he was leaving, she said Son look your best and do your best. So Washie traveled on horseback to his neighbors' house, Nellie's parents house. And Nellie answered the door and Washie reacted like his father. And when he presented the items to her on behalf of his father. Nellie quickly hug Washie to thank him for coming in time to bring necessities. And Washie grinned while taking off his hat. And Nellie kissed Washie on the cheek. Her father and mother were also happy and invited Washie to stay for dinner. Washie unsured but decided to stay. And Nellie's father said that he was just like Washie when he met Nellie's mother. He said he was young and naive and impressible. Nellie's parents after dinner left the table and encouraged Washie and Nellie to talk more. Nellie was more talkative than Washie. And Washie would make jokes and show courtesy. Then Washie asked Nellie to walk with him but she said she would prefer to ride with him. So the two rode in the night and looked at the bright Virginia's stars and the vast land filled with giant trees. And Nellie said she would like to see more of him as they decided it was time to go home. And Washie promised and said cross his heart. Washie came back home and he told his mother all about it. His mother was thrilled and she said she is just like me. And he said to his mother that I feel in my heart that she is a good woman. Washie could not help dreaming about her. Washie would daydream about being her husband and man. And sometimes he would stare into a daydream. And his mother asked him Are you still thinking about that Nellie. And she said it in front of his father and his father was filled with joy and reminded him of his first meeting with his mother. Then a knock came at the door, by order of the King all young men must serve in the French and Indian War. And Washie's father was upset and angry but Washie decided to go and save the family from prison for resisting. His mother promised to watch the family's business and to keep everything. Washie packed and went off to war. The French and Indian War last several years. Washie worked his way up to being a colonel after training years before. And he was held a hero when he helped win a major victory after victory. The King awarded him a massive territory and gave him a medal as he was the most valiant man of the war. And he came back to his home to see his mother and father. His mother ran out to greet him and he kissed her on the cheek and gave her a big hug lifting her up. And he told her that he was so very happy to be home after years in military service. And his mother tried to tell and calm him down as he was searching for his father. And his mother told him that he died while he was in the military and Washie silently cried and hug his mother. And she told him that the family business is almost out of money and Washie told her that he made a lot of money in the military and that he can help greatly. And he was ready to do chores and that's when his mother stopped him and told him about Nellie. And Washie tried to tell her about another woman he met. And his mother cried and told him that Nellie needs your help. She was married before to an older man because her father passed too and her mother was devastated. And this prominent man left her with nothing when he died while he was in the war. And she is struggling too with children. And Washie started to turn. His beloved mother said I know what you are doing but I know your heart. I will invite her to dinner. At dinner, his mother asked the questions and break the conservation between Washie and Nellie. And Washie finally said Oh Nellie I missed you so very much. Then his mother walked away. Nellie suggested that they take a ride on a horse. And they rode near the forest under the big starry Virginian sky. And they lay out on the grass. After staring at the stars for some time, Washie said what do I got to do to make you my wife. And Nellie said I'm in debt. My husband left me with nothing. I have two children. Washie it hasn't been the same since my father passed and you left me. Washie said I had to. The King ordered all young men to report to the military for the war but Nellie i have prestige and money and wealth now something I did not have in the past. I can make you my wife. Nellie said I will be yours if you want me like I want you. And Washie rolled over on the green grass and kiss Nellie on the cheek. So as they prepared for marriage, Washie sold his medal and sold his massive territory from the King to pay for his marriage and family business. Washie and Nellie got married and spent their life together as long as they lived.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Wite's Love
My father named me Wite after my mother. And my father and mother did loved eachother. I believed they loved each other. They just went through a lot of rough times and heartache. I guess they got so mad that they could not stand eachother anymore. I still believed that they loved eachother but was too hurt to admit it. Or they thought that if they admitted that their heart would be broken again. So naturally my parents divorced. I remember seeing Dad for Thanksgiving and seeing Mom for Christmas. Dad would make the best Sweet Potatoe Pie and he showed me his secret so I could make it when I grow up. I spent most of my time with Mom. Mom wanted me to learn and study to be the best I could be. She wanted me strong and smart even more than her. And Mom would sing all the time. She would sing silly songs as well as spiritual songs. Mom loved singing. And she caught me singing in the bathroom while cleaning. And I was singing 'I Love the Lord.' Momma asked me why was I singing that song. And I did not want to answer. You know how children can become hurt over their parents, where they feel that they are caught between two sides. And they don't know how to approach one side. So I lied and said I felt the Spirit of God. And Momma suspected that I was lying but she did not want to test the Spirit. So she suggested that I sing for the church. She suggested that I auditioned for the choir. I was scared and uncertain. I tried to tell Momma the truth but Momma said that I had to be at the audition front and pronto. And I told her that I am not trained and I don't have the right song. I complained about my looks and I complained about how everybody thinks I am terrible. But Mom exclaimed that singing for the Lord is more important than what people think about you. I tried to reason with Mom but she did not understand even that kinda cute church guy might be there and interested. And Mom said as soon as you get the lead I will send for your Dad to come. I got excited and jumped up. Mom said Wite you are suppose to be singing for the Lord and for His glory alone. I said Amen Mom Amen. So I got my chores ready, I did all my homework. Lord knows they throw a lot of homework on someone special. And thank God for tutors or you will never make it out of high school. Just when it was my turn to audition, Momma came in the audition and I sung 'I Love the Lord' by Richard Smallwood. And I was feeling good, I lifted up my hands like Aretha Franklin and put everything I had into that song that the choir kept saying 'I'll haste to his throne.' I was right Mr. Gene did not think I was that good. And I saw Momma marching down the aisle and said her daughter can sing and will sing or she will tell the pastor. Mr. Gene was shocked and admitted and said I only need instructions. And Momma excused me out of the church. Mom said that she had to hurry because something happened to Dad. I asked Momma how bad it was? She said Child I hope he doesn't give up on Christmas. And as soon as we reached the hospital, Dad was in ICE and he could talk. He could hear and he could see. Dad had been crying and Mom cried too. And I tried to tell Dad that I could sing. And after Dad told Mom that he loved her, she asked the doctor if I could sing to him. And I begin singing 'I Love the Lord'. And Dad begin to calm down and get up out of his depression and saddness and sit up and clap. And Mom asked the doctor about Dad and the doctor said everything is working properly. Then after weeks and weeks in the hospital, Dad came in a wheelchair to the service where I led. And I asked the Pastor of Interfaith Alliance of Bourgnew Church if I could dedicated my performance to my father. I reminded them of how my father was my best friend and my role model along with my mother. And how I love him so much and need him even more. I admitted that I first started singing this song because I was hurt over my parents' separation but God has healed me. And I sung 'I Love the Lord'. And the crowd and audience wanted a second song so I invited my mother who was sitting with my father to come to the stage. And we sung 'Amazing Grace', I sung the first stanza while the choir hum then Mom sung the second stanza. And grandma who was the Mother of the Church sung the first stanza again with the choir. The church was an uproar even Daddy wanted to stand and shout. And after church that cute guy AJ asked me out and Momma and Dad approved.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
My Angel Mikey
I always believed in angels since I was young. My brother and I had a painting of an angel walking children across the broken bridge carefully. My name is Miguel and my brother is Henry. At a young age I knew there were demons and devils but somehow when I prayed everything will be better. And one time when those dark forces came to disrupt me, my angel will appear and give me the words to say. I found out later it was the Lord's prayer. I knew I needed protection because this world got a lot of flaws and leaks. I did not want to be caught off guard. It did hurt me when we moved and I could no longer see my Penpal Sidney. I think he liked my Mom but I guess life goes on. Somehow I just pray and things work out. I guess praying helps me in more than ways that I could explain. I prayed to do really really well and I try my best to do what Momma and Daddy said. And somehow my prayers get answered. And yes I say thank you to HIm. How else do you think he would answered me over and over again. As I get older i realized the more I need prayer, the more I need to be mindful of others, the more I need to be thoughtful. Daddy and Momma broke up. And they did not know how to tell us. I was lost and wondering if they loved us. But I knew from Momma's kisses and Daddy's hugs. They did not leave us. They did not forsake us. I knew that they still care and I wanted to be good to at least come out good. I had big hopes and dreams. I wanted to preach or teach or be respected or something. I asked Momma what I should be. And I asked Daddy what I should be. I even asked Henry what i should be. All of them asked me what I wanted to be. It kept changing time after time. Afterall I just was child, the youngest, children dream all day and all night. Children need guidance and children need hopes and dreams and love and faith. And even when they become grow they need angels. That's when the unthinkable happen, my Dad left us in a car accident. They said it was not his fault but Momma and all of us were hurt and devastasted. Momma never looked the same. She cried night and day everytime she drove by the hospital. We tried to tell Momma not to drive by the hospital but she did not cared. As I grew older, I was distant about learning. Dad was my first teacher and he taught me to do art and music like Henry. I loved Dad's music and I loved Dad's drawings. Henry and I used to listen to Dad's music everytime we went to school, church, or anywhere. We both thought he was really really good. I guess I was sad. Sad about losing Dad. Sad about losing my best friend in the world. And I told my school's counselor after sometime when she asked why I wasn't so into school and learning. And that's when I met Mikey, I called him my angel. He was just like Dad. He was cool and funny. He taught me how to dance and sing. He taught me about girls and the difference between girls and boys. He looked like an angel. And he knew me so well. We spent months and months together. I showed him that I learned Hip Scotch. And that I like having the playground all to myself so I can play with every part of the playground. And Mikey knew I was a little selfish but Mikey helped me. Michael was my world but he had to leave. I remember that day that like it was yesterday. Mikey held back tears and he told me that he cares about me and love me. Mikey was strong, he picked me up, a big ten years old and he hug me carefully like I was his own. Mikey hugs really really really tight. And I told him and Mikey said So you will remember me when you grow up. And that was the last time I saw Mikey, my angel. Momma said that Michael was good to me, that he showed me how to be a man. And that he was my angel sought from above. And I said Daddy must have sought him. I then showed Henry and told Henry about my angel Mikey. And after Henry saw the drawings of Mikey. Henry began to make fun of me and say that my name starts with an 'M' and Mikey's name starts with an 'M' and that I am imagining Mikey. And I was just ready to fight with Henry when a lightning flash between us. Henry was scared and so was I. I said that I told him Mikey really exist. And now God is mad, we should pray. And that day I showed Henry how to pray, I kneeled down and folded my hands and said the Lord's prayer like Mikey taught me.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
A New Years Promise
I did not think this song would be one of the Best Classical Music Pieces of all Time. I did not think it would be Mozart, Bach or Beethoven. I did not think it would be one of the Top Christmas Songs. I wrote this piece during Covid-19. Just after I lost my Dad and way after I lost my oldest brother. I was trying to remember the families who lost loved ones. I watched on the news how the families promised their loved ones that they will remember them. Like I did with my Dad, I promised him that I would look like him and remember him. That nobody would take his place in my life. Just what I promised my mother that nobody would be my mother but her. During Covid-19 I spend a lot of time taking care of my Dad with my mother. I remember the struggles and I remember the laughter. I remember Dad wanting to watch what was going on in the world and how Mom wanted to make sure Dad was well taken care of. I remember watching my sisters help my mother and I take care of Dad as he was progressing. I even remember how my brothers in law were checking in. Everybody wanted Dad to make it. Everybody wanted him to see another day and to see his grandchildren become something. Dad knew he would not make it. Dad knew he was going but he made sure that I kept my promise to him. To take his place and help the family to the best of my ability. Dad loved family. He would talk about his family with everyone. He would say how much he knew about them. He didn't mind proving he loved his family. Dad loved God too. He would always express his love of preaching and gospel music. Mom was the same. She would talk about her problems to people she trusted. She would make sure dinner is ready even for grown adult children. Mom would make sure Dad would be comfortable. And I realized I had a good family. I realized I was loved. I realized that even though I did not have everything I wanted. I had a father. I had a mother. I had siblings who cared for me. That's like the greatest gifts a person could imagine. My Dad did not die of Covid-19 but of another disease besides ALS. We all knew he was ready because he wasn't acting himself. He was really really really tired. He was achy and would get mad. But through it all, he would try to love, he would try to care and he would try to show affection. And so we had his funeral, I was the last one to see him alive and I told the story to my siblings and Mom. The last words Dad said was Thank you Matt. I didn't know that they will be his last words. The saying is right what goes around comes around. Dad knew of my great awards coming in. And he must of said a prayer right along with Mom because I received every award that I couldn't imagine. One thing that he said like Mom was be as smart as you possibly can. Don't settle for less. Go as far as you can in academics. When I hear this song, I think of the many promises Mom and Dad made to me and I think of the many promises I make to others. Life is filled with promises choose wisely and live. Don't make any promises. Make life changing and life fulfilling and life moving promises and you will never be the same.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
The Uncanny Duel
The violence and the uncanny actions has never stopped. We always seen youngster coming out in numbers to impersonate their favorite character. And our town is divided between Lee Ed and Mr. Willise. Everytime those movies come out, its like an uproar in town. So many people watched their movies. It's almost like a national holiday is declared with shops closing and people celebrating. Lee Ed and Mr. Willise movies are always live action and loud. We had to put a timeframe when they can be shown and how many times they can be shown. Lee Ed's movies always graphic with illicit humor while Mr. Willise's movies always graphic with suggestive languages. I think its about time we had some variety. So I wrote to Lee Ed and Mr. Willise asking what is the difference between each other. And it took sometime but their agent wrote a whole lot of characterization and gave a ton of free stuff. I told my anxious men that they could keep some of the stuff but make sure that they auction the other stuff for charity. Since I was Sheriff Wyatt. So I interrupted a premiere that they both were having near my town. I asked them the question on live TV. And each time both of the men were stunned. I told them I was really getting tired of what their movies were doing to my town as sheriff. I didn't like how the violence was erupting and how the youngster were highly involved with the movies. Then the media and their publicists promoted a duel movie. I didn't think that was appropriate but both men agreed and said they knew each other well enough to stage a duel.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Mrs. Flacker Times
It didn't start this way. I wasn't always locked up. I was young and super hot. I had a man. Many were interested but only one could win this heart. It was Aims Flacker. You know I used to be called Joan Wheyans before Mrs. Flacker. I was so hot that they would write songs about me. Anyways I met Aims Flacker and he was smooth and stunning. I think today they would call him a Hunk. He was really really good to me. I loved Aims a lot ever since I laid eyes on him. And since he was older and wiser. I loved his silk like hair. We were meant to be. It so happened that we got married after Aims knocked me up the first night we've been together under the starry lights. It was after we became a family. There was this mistress. She kept coming around Aims and me. Everytime we talk and everytime we get together and everytime we rested. Then as I became late in my pregnancy, I told Aims that it is either her or me. Aims resisted but eventually gave in. Mrs. Flacker I'm sorry to interrupt you but you have to go. The guard is signalling for you to end the conversation. What Oh no Mrs. Rose, I just started the story. Wait Mrs. Rose don't let them take me back. Okay come early around lunch time Bye. Ya act like ya serving the President of the United States or its some Super Model contest. Dang!
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
The Snappoli Files
I've been on this case for many years. I have been watching these fugitives congregated. They are nothing but the worse con artists around. I dare to bring them down. Detective Snappoli is my name. I have been watching the Wheyans with their Attorney Sheril Berrian. All they do is plot how to steal governmental information. These con artists owned clubs and entertainment venues in East Harlem, California. And they have connections to churches and informants. Churches such as the Cult Church. It sits by the California Bay. You wondered where they got all that lovely furniture and the luxury cars. They were selling out to the Wheyans. The Wheyans regularly sends informants to the church to make sure everything is okay with them. Especially with the Pastor, C.B., C.B. was a gang member that turned his life around supposedly. He preached the fight and no longer reenacted the fight. He encouraged his congregation to do things but doesn't exactly tell them how. C.B.'s strategies of staying out of jail and the government system. He would say when he get happy, The Kingdom of God is under violent attack and has no other choice but to fight for its existence. And God will be with that. C.B. was a regular Wheyans' informant lately. The Gang Family or Wheyans were running much of East Harlem and the government wanted to end this reign. Too many victims and too many families, so it was my job to investigate and to understand their reasons and their purpose.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Ophelia Claus
I didn't come to break traditions. I didn't come to start anything just spread holiday cheer my way. The holidays are for everyone. The holidays are about spreading joy and love to everyone. That's where my heart is in. I love little children and love them as my own. I would do just about anything to see them smile and laugh. You know children are precious and children are beautiful. The way they laugh and they way they see the world. It brings you back and it makes you think. My father always taught me to look, listen and learn. Look at all the beauty surrounding you, absorb it and embrace it. Listen to all the noise, decipher and understand it. Learn about what you hear and see and know to make sure if it is correct. All my life I wanted to do what my father you probably suspected Santa Claus, no he's my uncle but Robinnus. Robinnus was a fine man that raised me. He was loving and gentle. He was patient and kind. And he knew I wanted to do something great. So he inspired me to read and read and learn and learn. I remember how my father wanted to know his family and I promised him that I would dedicate myself to knowing my family and making new family around the world. My father loved children and he would never compromised any child.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Spooky All Year Long
So I know you wondered how did it all started? Where all these scary things happened? It started at a retirement home where I was the recreational director. Just a few years on the job, the staff asked me to do a Halloween party for the retired folks. Mr. Fred is my name. I have many disciplines and many areas of achievement in college. But this is the only place I could really show my learnings. This is the only place I could show how smart and creative I could be. So yes I took on this recreational director position and I fought hard for my job. And ever week before then I would coordinate with my staff to make sure everything would be safe. Finally the day came, Halloween. And we played Stevie Wonders' Superstition. And I joined the folks with my staff to bring joy and holiday cheer. I was feeling particularly good and happy. Seeing the smiles and that everything was going ever so pleasant. My eyes could not see anything going wrong. Then my staff assistant noted some are doing two steps, others the electric slide and others happy dance. I got so disturbed by the thoughts and what the bosses would say that I turned the music off and exclaimed while dancing. Remember folks like the Thriller video, you were suppose to follow my lead that I showed the staff to teach you. I'm the Michael Jackson and you are the zombies. Then as I finished the folks booed me and threw things at me. And I got on the mic threatening to cancel the party. And then a group of folks said You're gonna wish you did not say that to us. You're gonna wish you did not threaten us. Spooky all year. Then the crowd yelled Spooky all year. And I said all hell no Party is over. And one of the staff pulled the fire alarm and everybody exit the recreational room. Then months later while my wife and I were romantically dining at our house. I saw these demonic nuns went by. And I thought it was a nightmare come to life. I kept asking my wife did she see it. I looked outside and I was frantic with a weapon. It turned out it was some teenagers harassing me. Then my house lights started to flicker on and off every time I wanted to read. Then some shadows kept chasing me down the hallway, up the street and everywhere. Months and months then some women from my past, really who I went to school with a long long long time ago. They started showing up at my job pretending like they had grandparents. They kept wanted me to rate them and they kept asking for marriage and I told them peacefully I am married as I was on the job. Being badger at my job, I even threatened to call my wife to threatened them herself. Then Months and months later, I heard the song Stevie Wonders' Superstitious. And I was at a family reunion and Great Aunt Ginune, she wanted to read everybody palm and cast a spell. I got freak out that I took my whole family after telling her she is godless and sick. We drove to the other half of the country but something came right along with us. I drove till Sunday and we all slept, eat breakfast and got to church on time. I got saved all over again and left the retirement home position and applied for Head Director. I prayed that I would be a Christian leader. That I would be godly and denounce all evil ways. I did not get the job but another job at a local community center. I learned to let people be. I learned to not let people control me. I learned to not let my own ambitions get into the way of my success. And I was happier no longer spook. That spell That curse no longer made me afraid no more spooky all year.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Galactica
Now nearly a thousand years since Earth has been uninhabited. The International Space Council ordered all living beings to leave to Venus, Mars or the Moon. And they did this over a thousand years ago. I don't know too much about Mars or Venus but I know about the Moon we face harsh realities living on the celestial being. We have to be careful with our water. We have to save up food although food can come in different ways and different forms. We have to continually keep ourselves alert in this ship transformed into a space community. And we have to adjust to the new times and measures of the sun, those scientists that we do not believe now we should have believe. I wonder as Captain Marshales if we could have saved the earth, if we could have healed the earth then we would not have been place in this unpredictable position. But I was born in this environment as many children were in incubators and in science. We were fed these foods since we were conceived. And our mothers some live at a shorter time span which is why they give birth when they were mid-age. I just want to see the Earth. I just want to see where we all came from. I want to see the Mother of the Living. We were told stories that someday Earth will heal itself without mankind. That someday Earth will have no need for living creatures. And that someday the Earth will become once like it was before but more wonderful and more beautiful.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
Superstar Christmas
Uh-oh its that time of year. Christmas and presents. Cooking and traveling. And they expect me to do a holiday song. I haven't had good cooking since Mom. And I would like to go back home but things have changed. I have a woman and I am rich and I am famous. Mom wouldn't understand. Mom is religious. Mom is not into the Superstar thing. I should just avoided this time and take a break from festive doings. Then I had a dream a few days ago. My mom wanted me to come for Christmas. She was really hurt that I did not call her. And that I did not come. And she said I should of came for my father. And how my family miss me. I woke up sweating next to Grace. Grace thought I had a nightmare. I told her the dream but she did not know that much about my family because I never told her much. I thought she wouldn't think too highly of me if I was that normal. Especially since she was hot glamour model. The following week later, i daydream about this angel who told me that love will come back into my heart. That all these lies and charades were gonna stop. And that i was not raised this way. Christmas is about love and you will show love. I tried to shake the dream off and I couldn't concentrate in the sound booth. So my manager told me to take the day off. Then I saw these kids playing and I laughed. I saw them throwing snowballs and it reminded me of when I was younger with my siblings. I stood for a good hour and laugh with them. After I helped one side then they all ganged on me. Then we made snow angels. I finally got back home to my woman. And Grace said Mikey I'm pregnant. And I was shocked. And we had a little argument that's when she said she is going over her friends' house. I was alone. And I thought that I was fun until I got sick. For three whole days, coughing, sneezing and just everything coming from one end to the next. It was like I was dying. I was hoping to just live. My sides hurted, my lungs exhausted and I was just clumsy. Then I made a promise if I get better I will build a family and go back to my mother's family. I even said God. And I eventually healed remembering Mom's advice to drink electrolytes and fluids and to eat when you feel like it. All those days turning and tossing, whining and complaining, pulling myself to get ready for the day. I even started listening back to other people's music. And I finally got better with adjustments. And I had the radio on, listening to Christmas songs throughout the ordeal. I would never look at Christmas songs anymore the way I used to even as a kid. They gave me joy about tomorrow. They gave me hope about the future. They made me smile. I became a better person. They told me that there is much to be done. And much good to do. I called up Grace and I called up Mom. Grace answered and was about to hang up until I said I love her and I want to marry her. Grace broke down. And I told Grace if she come back I will tell her the true story about my family with my family. Mom did not recognized my voice. But she broke down when I said its Little Mikey your son. Mom exclaimed that she did not care what happened in the past was the past. And that now she was all about the future. And me. She said she love me and care deeply about me and her prayers were heard. Last but not least I thank the angels, i told them I would sing any song they want from my Superstar's podium. And that's when the words of OH YEAH IT'S CHRISTMASTIME. And I even asked if I could dedicated to the little boys and little girls across the world. And they gave the okay even for my one yet to be borne.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous2 years ago in Writers
