Matthew Foster
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Professional blacksmith, former stone sculptor, hobby writer, husband, father, Christian.
BFA from the University of Maine.
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Eternal Memory
Oscar was dying on a beach. This was not as the result of an accident or illness, but as a consequence of a life well lived. At 82, his mind and body were hampered by senility and the weight of innumerable memories. He was well aware that this trip would be his last. The island was his finale that he found by searching the web for ‘world's most beautiful beaches’. Technology was not his forte, but he had managed to discover the most eastern island of the Indonesian archipelago. The crystalline waters and lush green palms in the photos had caught his eye and his resting spot matched them flawlessly. He couldn’t have been more pleased with his choice for a fitting end to his life as a rather ordinary man.
By Matthew Foster3 years ago in Fiction
Bricked
My heart crashes when I see the villainous barista behind the counter. It’s not the kind of crash where my heart simply abandons its duty. It’s the crash of a toddler who's just learned that skipping exists and promptly trips and bashes their head into a piece of furniture. This barista is not my barista. My barista is Gary. That slightly overweight brown-haired guy is not here and this is a sign that my life is likely in very real danger. Gary and his extremely punch-able face are not behind the counter waiting with my usual. Gary’s not here to deal out an overenthusiastic greeting, hand me my coffee and send me on my way. I’m frozen, like a computer weighed down by too much input. The petite brunette behind the counter is either going to serve me a delicious handcrafted coffee based beverage or pull a Ruger 1911 and blast me into the afterlife.
By Matthew Foster3 years ago in Fiction
Arroyo del Fuego. Runner-Up in The Runaway Train Challenge.
The one and only time Mason snuck into a distillery was also the one and only time he learned a ten-gallon hat doesn't literally hold ten gallons. He also learned what his father meant when he had said hair of the dog that bit you.
By Matthew Foster3 years ago in Fiction
