Victoria Matthews
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I love fiction - fantasy, horror, sci-fi, romance, mystery; its all good. When I’m not painting, reading, writing messy fan fiction or short stories, I’m working on my book (an anthology that’ll be done one day, I swear).
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Secrets. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
"Knock, knock, knock" I waited until they left, just like they always do, in a huff and with the screech of car tires. After that my day started like the last ten, one hundred, one thousand days have started. A good stretch, a good cry, holding my wife's pillow and a drawing. I pulled out my sketchbook and wandered around the house, looking for where the light shone through the window best. I dragged my stool close to the window so I could sit with my back to the outside world. I peered down at my shadow, faint today with the cloudy sky but there nonetheless. I was never especially good at portraiture according to my mentor. After Diana, I stopped drawing altogether. But my therapist said it would help me cope so. Looking at my shadow, I start to piece together my shape as seen on the floor. Light shifts and changes so I have to work fast but time constraints don’t stress me much.
By Victoria Matthews4 months ago in Fiction
Out of Orbit. Content Warning.
The planets were falling. At this point, the atmospheric pressure was starting to change; weather patterns were erratic and the oceans were stretching across the land to reach each other like old friends. But there were other things, smaller things, that we noticed first. Magnets started falling off of refrigerators. The clouds cast strange shadows, bubbly and long. Everyone’s ears started popping like we were in one huge falling elevator. The animals were acting differently too. Birds began flying in circles, little ones at first; it was like a dance. But then, suddenly and all at once bundles of beaks and feathers, crashing together in a din of flapping wings for miles and miles burst into view, the skyline a swarm of crumbling spheres. Wolves fell silent, the pull of the moon losing strength like the magnets on our floors. Fish stopped swimming upstream and many stopped moving altogether, depriving their gills of the flowing water they needed to breathe. Rivers, lakes and oceans, filled to the brim with stinking, dead sea creatures. The smell alone was enough to make anything that survived want to die. Humans moved away from the coasts, migrating inland to escape the rot, leaving skeletal cities in their wake. Scientists couldn’t explain anything to any of us and even if they could, it wouldn’t have mattered. All of the theories and ideas that had existed in the hypothetical were now suddenly our sharpened reality and there was no escape. The sky was falling and we weren’t prepared to catch it. And how could we be? Who wakes up thinking heaven would meet them on earth?
By Victoria Matthewsabout a year ago in Fiction
