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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Five Songs That Should Find A Permanent Home In The Red Hot Center Of A Collapsing Star
I wasn’t going to participate in this. Music is like pizza toppings… most people like normal, good quality things, and some people are wrong and like pineapple. It’s not worth my time to argue with the neanderthals who like the latter. There’s plenty around to make my blood boil and delving into those songs I spend time consciously avoiding isn’t exactly what I want to do with my free time.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 months ago in Beat
Cast No Shadow
The road takes all. She laid atop him, thigh against thigh, breath heavy on his neck. The first light of morning registered through the window slats, painting the rough and worn floorboards a dazzlingly soft orange. The movements, the breaths, all performative at best: hers for the coin in the offing, his because his thoughts were far from the dingy rented bedroom. Liquor, women, God–all failed to draw his mind away from the horizon.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 months ago in Fiction
Honor. Top Story - August 2025.
All he had in his life was honor. In the corner of his small bedchamber, a smoldering ancestral votive with notes of incense, jasmine, and wildflower fought the stench of the world beyond. It was a futile effort. Moonlight reflected off his sword reverently held between two wooden pedestals. It was his father’s blade, cooled with honor by blood of the Emperor’s enemies.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
Operation Overlord
It was a good day to change the world. A cool ocean breeze rolled across the Channel while above the grey clouds covered flight after flight of bombers and fighters. The buzzing drone of their engines was so constant it became little more than background noise, like the lapping of the ways against his cruiser’s hull.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in 01
Bees In The Honey
He saw the slightest glint of metal from across the valley, their signal to prepare, and offered his own quick glint in the midday sun. Sheathing his knife, Ranger Captain Grambel checked his bowstring one last time. It should have been in perfect order, he’d checked it at least four times today, but on this last inspection he saw it–the smallest of burrs attached just below the string nock. It was a little thing, and he pulled it off all the same.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
