Matthew Noel
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Matthew Noel is a fiction writer from Newfoundland, Canada.
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Gina’s stomach threatened to empty itself as the thing’s sour earthy smell filled the bathroom where she was hiding. Crouched by the bathtub, barely concealed behind the toilet, she swallowed and held her breath while her body tried to betray her. The mass of shadows passed by the doorway as it stalked the hall outside. Long flowing tendrils of darkness trailed behind the creature. If it had turned its head, she assumed it had a head, it would easily spot her crouching behind white porcelain.
By Matthew Noel3 years ago in Horror
The Cabin
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. That morning, hours before the mysterious illumination, Bret Kritch had only heard of the fabled cabin in stories told around backyard fires. Long after the flankers stopped their skyward procession and the marshmallows had been roasted to golden perfection. After the assembled s’mores clung to small sticky fingers, a face highlighted by a flashlight held below the chin would tell the story of a cabin that was sometimes there.
By Matthew Noel4 years ago in Fiction
Marshmallow Memories
The world has changed a lot since those long summer days spent chasing friends around town on the much too large blue Schwinn Continental inherited from my mother. We didn’t know the difference between a girl's and a boy's bike. All we knew was the difference having a bike made. Even if that bike was twenty years old and intended for someone twice my height. Nowadays children have more to worry about than running behind their friends because of a flat tire or a broken chain. It was either pound your feet and keep up or be left behind and miss out until someone came home to repair your steed.
By Matthew Noel4 years ago in Fiction
The Goblin Wars
"There weren't always Dragons in the valley." That's how the king's lecture had started. There weren't dragons anywhere until the dragon god Lumo arrived and drove them out of their hidden caves on the Winged Mountain leading them in a world-breaking assault. His presence corrupted the dragons, twisting them from beacons of wisdom sought on pilgrimages to monsters that slaughtered their way across the once peaceful kingdoms of Therra, claiming new lands as their own. Three years of fire and death left the populations decimated and ancient treaties broken under the weight of accusations of withheld help and draconic alliances.
By Matthew Noel4 years ago in Fiction
