Matthew J. Fromm
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Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
I can be reached at [email protected]
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The Wolves
There are things worse than wolves in those woods, trust me. When you hear their howl, run. Chief Ranger Talin’s warning echoed in her memory as Liv crawled on hands and knees through the undergrowth. Ahead of her, little Tivar crawled with the eagerness of a puppy. If her parents caught her out of bed and beyond the gates...That thought annoyed her even further. Her fourteenth harvest drew near, and yet they insisted on treating her like a child still.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Chapters
They Come from Below. Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
“Shhh, you can’t say anything, or the monsters will get you,” his sister Emily whispered in the pitch-black room. Joseph nodded, scared if he moved his head too much, it would hear his hair rustling, but he would be quiet. He always was.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Vocal, I love you...
Are creators who Don't post their social content... Content creators? /// P.S. Look, poor Vocal admin, I love your boss. I really do. They're my one and only. This is no casual break up or tear down. Others have tried, but ultimately they all fail, and I find myself back here. We have a problem, though--not a big one, mind you. Still, one that I think we need to have a chat. Here's the thing. I do this as a hobby. Someone's probably, rightfully, going to hop into the comments and say how I need a website. They're right, but again, that's really infringing on the hobby/chore/job border, and I don't want to deal with that right now.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
No Land Weeps for Thee. Top Story - February 2024.
The ice provides in this old land. Each morning, I sit on the porch I built overlooking the water. Today, icicles cling for dear life to the gutters while their friends, the snow mounds, hang on the white birch branches.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
