Mathic M

“SOS” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #177

Markus laid on his bed, flipping through the pages of his fathers children's book. He was wearing his favorite matching pajamas, keeping him warm and comfy. The lids of his eye felt heavy, so focusing on the pictures was nearly impossible. A kid his age needed rest. He wanted to reject what his body was telling him, but his arms slowly drifted toward his body. He was about to doze off before he heard a knock at his door. He quickly jolted his chin up, the voice of his mother called out to him. “Marcus, baby. Are you asleep yet?” She asked, w...

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“See Or Not To See.” by Mathic M

Sniff. Sniff. Sniff, sniff…I smelled something appetizing, food that would fill my belly.  My nostrils raised in the air. I sniffed an aroma. The smell was so tangibly familiar, it made an image that was clear to my pea sized brain. Cheese! It was Cheese I was smelling. My mouth watered as I scurried with a quickness.  My speed was unusually fast for me.  My  heart  raced as I made  it   to   the  plate of cheese laying on the table. I only took a small nibble from the plate. It  was my f...

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“Confliction ” by Mathic M

January, 19th 2018Dear Diary,God that Sounds Weird! I know my therapist told me to start a diary, but what do I write about? I guess I'll talk about my day at school…I don’t know what to say. God this is so stupid, Beth out.  January, 26th 2018Dear Diary, I know it’s been a week, but to tell the truth I never had any intention to keep writing. I talked to my therapist again today and she asked me if I had kept writing in my diary. I told her yes and I think she believed me. She asked if she could see, so I had to tell her that...

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“The Song Of Men” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #106

Most men can ascertain the pain of war, a virtuous man knows the rhythm of war. War be a bloody thing, limbs scattered like cut grass across a meadow. Most high class men wrenched at the thought of bloodied bodies, rotten and decaying. The worst thought for a high born was the thought of a freshly dead corpse, ripped into with many slashes, slashes that cut deep, making it hard for them to be recognized. The worst was when the crows would come to pluck the eyes, it was good to be dead before they came. I hated the nobility. They let nob...

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“Stronger Ties” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #105

I was a bad person, not bad in the sense that I was a criminal. I was bad in the sense that I treated people like shit. I loved it. I had a friend whose name was frank, but on the street they called him cockeye. He hated that name, because his eyes were cockeyed. I guess I would hate a name like that also if I was him. He and I went back a long time. I've known him since elementary school. Even though his eyes almost popped out of his head no one messed with him. He was a tough kid. I was not like him, maybe I resented him for having everyth...

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“My Struggle ” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #98

What was my home? Was my home where I lived or some other place?  I Thought my home was my family, but boy was I wrong. My real home was the military or maybe I should say the battlefield was my home. I was drafted at age seventeen, a prodigy they called me. I didn’t know what that word meant, but I knew one thing for sure and that I needed to join. I needed The thrill of war because it fueled my desires. One of my favorite parts of war was having my comrades side by side with me.  I do have to say my favorite memory from the war...

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“Death Game” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #95

People dreamt of the future or creating it, but I found myself in it. The future was bleak, unpleasant, even nightmarish. People from the old-time warned themselves of my future, telling the population the warnings of climate change, but they didn’t listen or didn’t care. Either way, my future was ruined, living in a country half of what it used to be, with the east and west coast both underwater. "What do we do now?" That was an echo of the voices after the great raising tide. The world went into chaos. People didn’t know how to deal with...

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“A mans unjust world” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #94

TW: violence against women Men have desires, truths about them that they keep hidden. Some men have a killer instinct, some are fueled by greed, others have sexual fantasies that are too deprived for the average person. Their fantasies stay hidden in thoughts, but never spoken.    What is it I desire? I am a simple man. I desire the pleasure of a woman. My favorite type of women are those with brown hair, combined with innocent eyes, like a sheep to the slaughter. My desire led me to even pick up a woman and invite her in my passen...

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“my truth” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #91

my father was a writer, even before I was even born. I guess you could say from a literary perspective he knew the world better than we knew it, in a way that was sacred. He could speak eloquently enough to describe the human condition. He knew the struggles we all had and could describe them in great detail. When I was young, he sat me down and he said, “Son in life there are twists and turns, turns that lead to overwhelming outcomes. We can grow wisdom in old age and have a family or we do neither, but that’s not what matters. What ma...

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“Truths Untold” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #67

The empire was falling and it looked like nothing could stop the collapse. Our empire was being torn apart by the resistance. I Bolsa Alvon was ordered to stop the resistance. It was my duty to assassinate their leader; He went by the name ‘Untouchable’, a fitting name since their leader had avoided the grasp of the entire empire many times. A person with great intellect. He was always one step ahead of the empire, yet not a single person could get close to him. The empire needed someone who could get close to him and gain his trust.Tha...

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“Lovers night” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #65

A moment lasts a lifetime, so long as you know how to spend it. I loved Katherine, she was an angel that sparkled in the moonlight. The moonlight played a huge role in magnifying her magnificence. Nothing was more beautiful than her hazel eyes. They glossed like the lip gloss that laid upon her lips.  A gloss that entranced any man that tasted the flavor, her flavor, one that was unforgettable.  I knew it all too well. I was her lover of course. We meet at a special place. The graveyard, it was a place that we shared a lot of our...

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“Truth” by Mathic M

Submitted to Contest #64

Thomas Williams viewed the world through a prism of parallel truths. There was the truth. Yet on the other half of the same coin; there laid a faraway truth. A truth yet to be discovered. Thomas Williams was the one who liked to discover these truths. He knew things about the world that others were blinded to, things to make your skin crawl. It made Thomas’s arm hairs stand like pins. Thomas was visiting a manor, owned by a wealthy family, one given to them by their wealthy grandfather who had passed. The manor was located in a town unk...

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