Matthew J. Fromm

Joined May 2022

337 stories

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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 Idea Of You
A gentle hand caresses an anxious back The aroma of our morning coffee lingers longer than the morning hours The flavors of your Chapstick…Nope that’s for me
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Manifesting Shakespeare Through Monkeys
Calling his penmanship poor was an insult to both pens and ships. That fact usually had no bearing on his well being.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Knights of Vocaldom. Top Story - September 2024.
They seemed an endless horde across that morning field. Soulless soldiers of metal, animated by greed, stood row by row as fog filled the narrow valley. The endless ranks of automatons had long assaulted their realm, and yet today they would be held. The enemy bore no banners, for there was no cause nor honor to them.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
A Day In The Life . Top Story - September 2024.
BRRP BRRP BRRP Stupid fucking alarm clock…Those were some good dreams. Come on pups, go do your thing, and please for the love of everything don’t go through the fence again.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Psyche
Library of La Crème de la Crème
Hey, hey you! Below is what I consider my Top Five Works of Fiction: The Fisherman Vale Perficientur A Truly Great Night Off Into The Fog Broken Glass
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Writers
The Moments That Make Up A Dull Day
𝄼𝄼 𝄼𝄼 𝄼𝄼 𝄼𝄼 Tick Tock Tick Tock How is it only twelve o'clock? Tick Tock Shit A stream of conscious?
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
The Legend of Jack Ripper
Their quarry fiddled with an old transmitter at the end of the asteroid’s mining tunnel. “Jack Preston, alias Jack Ripper, the Federation has charged you with arms smuggling, transmitting illicit signals, and murder. Do not resist.”
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Man Is Not Truly One, But Truly Two
What’s the measure of a man? A cloud of cigarette smoke engulfs the painting before him. It’s a masterpiece, surely—the painting, not the smoke cloud. The lines? Perfect. The technique? Masterful yet subtly innovative. Never jarring, it’s a piece that can be admired by both laymen gawkers behind a velvet rope, and crusty professors hanging onto their thesis as it gets iterated to irrelevance.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
From The Desk of the BBC: The Tea Bandit Strikes Again
These streets never knew what hit them…they should have paid more attention in history class. It’s a truth we all share down here amongst the dregs–what is taketh can be taketh again just as easy.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
Lost Treasure
A treasure long lost only legends remain of the Vocal Awards ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Subliminal Exhaustion
Symphonies Sing Inside an intrepid mind Limericks and lyrics smothered by laundry and lunches Endless teetering tasks fill pages instead of poems
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
The Lions of Al-Rassan
Every once in a while, we readers and writers cross paths with a tale so…wonderous, it reminds us why we are obsessed with these paper, glue, and ink sandwiches. A tale that makes our skin tingle, sweeps us off our feet to a faraway land, all while forcing us to change our perspective of this big blue marble we call Earth.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in BookClub