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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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. Fromm9 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. Fromm9 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. Fromm9 months ago in Fiction
Hunger
Hana sat in the kitchen, a cool breeze laced with fragrances from the rūtos and daffodils below rolling in from the open window above the washbin. She stood on the chair watching over her grandmother’s shoulder as she rolled the potatoes reduced to paste for the cepelinai.
By Matthew J. Fromm10 months ago in Fiction
Be The Person Your Dog Thinks You Are
“Bob, Bob, Bob wake up! Wake up!” “Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmph” “Bob, Dad needs us! Wake up!” “Lois, dad’s fine. Humans have these things called thumbs that let them take care of themselves. It’s midday nap time. Bob’s midday nap time is sacred. You’ve got a lot to learn, little pup.”
By Matthew J. Fromm10 months ago in Humans
