John Matthews
Bio
I am a Singer, Songwriter, Musician, Writer, and Actor. I have recorded to CD's back 2004 and 2006. I also recently released two singles last year and currently working on an EP. I enjoying excercising, reading, writing stories & poems.
Stories (27)
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Philadelphia
Last year, a woman whose acquaintance I made at a conference in Chicago was in Philadelphia on business for the first time and called me to see if I would take her and some friends for a tour of the city. Born and raised in New York City, she really didn't know much about Philadelphia, except that the Phillies beat out her beloved Mets for a chance to play in the World Series, only to lose to her city's Yankees. I remember her asking me what it was like to be born and raise in a small town. After reminding her that Philadelphia is in fact the fifth-most populous city in the United States, I politely pointed out that my city is a wonderful major world metropolis with a small town feeling. Philadelphia, popularly known to fellow Philadelphians as a "City of Neighborhoods," is what I love most about our city. Its diversity serves as a reminder that all are created equal, which says a lot about the city where our great American democracy was conceived.
By John Matthews 9 months ago in 01
The Talking Penguins Christmas
The Three Talking Penguins Christmas There were three penguins named Harvey, Mumbles, and Pierre were staying at their Aunt Mimi house in Boynton Beach, Florida. These penguins were not ordinary penguins. Harvey, Mumbles, and Pierre were talking penguins. They grew up in Antarctica and ran away from home and were later adopted. Harvey lived with Aunt Mimi, Mumbles with Aunt Marie, and Pierre with Aunt Pauline. These Penguins were staying with their Aunt Mimi for the Christmas holidays. Christmas was their favorite holiday. The three penguins enjoy spending time with Aunt Mimi and wanted to get a real Christmas tree to decorate. Aunt Mimi decided to take them out to find a tree at Christmas Tree Village.
By John Matthews about a year ago in Fiction
The Cabin In the Woods
The Cabin in the Woods By John Matthews The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. It was a dark cold snowy night in Michigan with temperatures below 40 degrees. A group of young teenagers, two young boys named Ray and Jason, along with a girl named Tina were out hiking. It was getting late and the teens needed to head back home. Then they saw the cabin all alone at top of hill with a light coming from it. The teens slowly climbed the hill with much exhaustion. Rob the oldest decided to knock on the door. He banged on the door with loud knocks that shook the house. There was dead silence. Tina said “maybe, we should leave it’s getting late.” Rob attempted again by knocking on the door and again there was silence. Tina, said “come on let’s go home. No one is here.” Rob then for third time banged really hard the icicles from the tree branches began to fall from the lonely Oak tree nearby. Finally, the door creaked opened slowly and standing in the doorway was a small petite woman who was hunched over with a cane. She had wrinkles rough as sandpaper squashed together and a large mole on her right cheek. The lady looked to be in her late 80’s or 90’s and was wearing a dark gray cloak and torn black sandals. She smiled, and said “Come in children.”
By John Matthews 4 years ago in Horror
