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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All Hobbits Share A Love Of Things That Grow. Top Story - June 2025.
“Ride for ruin! Ride now!” And forth charged the riders of Rohan! Spear and horse clashed into the line of cowering orcs, stretching out all across the horizon. Glorious sunlight streamed through the breaks in the clouds; breaks ushered forth by the might and honor of men.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Writers
The Fisherman. Runner-Up in History Would’ve Burned This Page Challenge.
Un, Deux, Trois, Quatre, Cinq… The Fisherman felt the cold water of the channel still clinging to his catch’s smooth scales. It was healthy, meaty—a good day's catch. His little woven carrying basket sat full when the Fisherman carved his path back to his humble home through the sandy beaches of the Norman shore like he did every day when the sea lay calm.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in History
Theriocentricity
“Ahh Rupert, welcome! Welcome! Come in. Set that down.” Rupert did as he was commanded and set down the saucer adorned with a single glass of Port. He should have known–Lord Hood only ordered Port when he wanted to play the game. The study was stuffy, a poor imitation of a bygone era. Mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, almost certainly never opened, intermixed with mounted heads of wild lions and zebras, almost certainly killed by someone else.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Fiction
Frankenstein 2025
He pressed play on their class recording again. Melanie went first and blabbered on about some of the approved causes of the Civil War. She was nice, much nicer than most of his classmates. Live presentation and pen and paper had been Mr. Sanders answer to education’s problems, simple and effective. To be honest, Zach didn’t mind. There were two types of people who used LLM’s to do their homework: idiots and people like Zach who were too smart to be bothered, at least by his own estimation. There were better uses of his time.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Fiction
Solstice
“You think they ever…you know…here?” Marcus made a stabbing motion from atop the viewing platform. ”Probably,” Joe laughed, walking below along the ridges of the Great Serpent Mound. It really was spectacular, way more impressive in person than his new friends told him it was.
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Fiction
One Last Caress . Content Warning.
There is nothing like taking a life. He remembered exactly how the man looked after: how the bones bent in ways they shouldn’t, how the bruises slowly, delectably, crawled out of the yellow skin, but the mouth…the mouth he remembered the most. For an orifice always in motion, it always followed a certain structure. Speaking, chewing, fucking, it always had an expected shape. But the way his victim lay there, mouth slack and ajar, without form, framed by the faintest trickle of lush crimson…that stirred Michael in a way he didn’t know was possible.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Fiction
