Mati Henry
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Storyteller. Dream weaver. Truth seeker. I write to explore worlds both real and imagined—capturing emotion, sparking thought, and inspiring change. Follow me for stories that stay with you long after the last word.
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Confessions of a D&D Dungeon Master: What Fantasy Taught Me About Real Life
When I first sat behind a Dungeon Master’s screen, I thought I was just guiding a group of friends through a night of fantasy. I had maps, dice, monster stats, and more soda than any human should drink in a single sitting. What I didn’t realize was that I was about to embark on a journey that would teach me more about people, leadership, creativity, and—surprisingly—myself, than any real-life seminar ever could.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Geeks
The Forgotten Skill of Being Still
It began with a silence I didn’t ask for. One morning, my phone died without warning. No beeping. No blinking red bar. Just... stillness. My laptop, too, refused to boot. And for reasons beyond logic or technology, the Wi-Fi was down, the power was flickering, and every noise I was used to—the buzzing of apps, the pings of messages, the soft hum of my smart home assistant—was suddenly gone.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Humans
Threads of Her Voice
Long after she was gone, I still heard her voice. Not in the eerie, ghost-story kind of way—no creaking floors or flickering lights—but in the quiet moments, when the world stilled just enough to let memory breathe. It came in fragments: the way she said my name when she was amused, the lullaby she hummed while folding laundry, the firm yet kind tone she used when I doubted myself.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Poets
The Boy Who Sold Silence
In the distant city of Auris, noise was everywhere. Horns blared without pause. Advertisements screamed from every wall. Even shoes were fitted with speakers to broadcast their wearer’s mood. People didn’t just talk—they shouted to be heard above the chaos. Silence was extinct, a forgotten relic in a hyper-connected world.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Fiction
I Wrote Letters to My Future Self – Then I Read Them Backwards
When I was fifteen, I started writing letters to my future self. It began as a quiet rebellion against the uncertainty of growing up. Every birthday, every New Year’s Eve, I’d sit down, close my door, and write as if the older version of me were waiting patiently, somewhere down the line, for my words to arrive like long-lost postcards.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Motivation
The Library That Burned Memories
Nobody knew when it appeared. It was just there—wedged between the crumbling stone walls of forgotten alleys and the places people only visited in dreams. It had no address. No listing on maps. But if your heart was heavy enough, and your longing sharp enough, you'd find it.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Remembers
In the heart of a forgotten manor, buried in the mists of the English countryside, stood a mirror no one dared to touch. Its frame was carved from black walnut, scorched with symbols long faded by time, and its surface shimmered like still water, catching not just your image—but something more. Something hidden. Something buried.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Horror
A Cage of Paper Birds
The first time Clara saw the paper birds, she was only five. They hung from the rafters of her grandmother’s attic like frozen dreams—cranes, swans, sparrows, all delicately folded, motionless in the thick air. The string that held them swayed slightly when she walked past, as if whispering secrets only children could hear. She’d tried to touch one once, only to have her grandmother gently stop her.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Poets
The Boy Who Could Borrow Time
In a sleepy town where the clocks always seemed a few minutes slow, lived a boy named Elian. He wasn’t like other children—he never hurried, never panicked, and somehow always arrived just before disaster struck. It wasn’t luck. It wasn’t instinct. Elian had a secret: he could borrow time.
By Mati Henry 7 months ago in Fiction
