Matthew Donnellon

Joined November 2017

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The Man in the Camera
Night 1: One night I was sitting on the couch just about to head to bed. When someone started knocking on the door. That was strange as it had been dark for a couple hours.
By Matthew Donnellon4 years ago in Fiction
The Baker
The baker moved with a practiced precision. She took the recipe book down from the shelf. It was an old book. A family book.
By Matthew Donnellon4 years ago in Fiction
One Day in the Rain
“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” “Pretty sure,” I said. “That doesn’t sound super confident.” “It wasn’t meant to.”
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Fiction
The Road To Nowhere
The old car was louder than I thought it would be. It coughed and sputtered but it still ran which worked for us. All we had was the road ahead. It was the first journey for either of us.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderer
These were not good times friends. The world was covered with ash and dust as often as it was covered with ice and snow. A man walked in from the grey wastes, a land of ruins and fear, monuments to the times before. He walked and walked, his boots crunching in the dirt and ash.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Fiction
The Last Man Left
I walked along the quiet street. Some leaves blew and rustled through the grass and I just kept walking. Mostly because I had nothing else to do.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Fiction
The Day I Met Evan Bishop
My sister and I had just spent the last month in an underground bunker while the world above us collapsed. What’s more? Now infected bodies roam the streets and to make matters worse.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Fiction
Redneck Zen
I am not someone prone to meditation or truly introspective thinking. I fear that if I simply sat quietly in a room and tried to meditate I would simply just fall asleep.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Beat
The Little Black Book
I wasn’t supposed to hear them in the kitchen. They were speaking in hushed tones. My grandfather was telling my mother the latest news from the doctor. He needed surgery, but it was expensive.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Humans
Deer Season
The sun rose and began its languid trip around the sky. Its light stretched among the woods, finding hidden spaces, covering others in new shadows. Dawn’s warm yellow glow didn’t capture the way the frigid air stopped your breath, or how on really early mornings if you didn’t keep the air in your mouth for a little while it would sting your lungs. On November mornings, the world was still quiet.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Families
The Crossroads
It started that night like most other nights. We were out a little too late on a country road. There were four of us squeezed into the little car.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Horror
The Candle Maker
These were not good times. At least not anymore. Most of the dark period was over, but the rebuilding process was slow. They said it would be a long time until things were like they were before.
By Matthew Donnellon5 years ago in Horror