Matt Jones

“Diner for two” by Matt Jones

“PASS the sugar, would you please, darlin?”. The man was old and looked weary, thought Daisy. He was oddly dressed, wearing a black Stetson and dressed all in black, with a thick, heavy black coat that still cloaked him. It was August, and a hot one. 98 degrees Fahrenheit outside, yet he hadn’t taken the thing off. Not like the AC was that great in here either. He didn’t appear overheated or bothered by the thick blanket that engulfed him, but there was a sadness about him, she devised. He slouched slightly and didn’t look up. And when he sp...

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“Going Away To College” by Matt Jones

Submitted to Contest #53

Those six weeks had been everything I’d wanted them to be and more. The warm months spent outside of school were always special because of being with friends, being free to laze around on hot days breathing in the enchanting aroma of freshly-cut grass and daily barbecues, while celebrating a birthday in August had always been a bonus. But there were a few extra cherries on top of the cake that was the summer holidays that year. It hadn’t been any old birthday either, it was my 18th. A seminal milestone in any person’s life – in fact is ...

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“The Treehouse” by Matt Jones

Submitted to Contest #50

I sat down on the dirty, creaking wooden boards; a thick layer of dust carpeted the floor. I wiped my filthy hands on previously clean, but soon caked, faded blue jeans, no longer bright but now darkened. The dim and dusty confines of the treehouse were in stark contrast to the surroundings beyond; the bright and burning sun in the mid-afternoon sky above. I was sheltered somewhat from its scorching rays but could still feel its intense power beating down on my little woodland hideaway like heavy, pulverising beams of fire.The power was so i...

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“There Goes My Hero” by Matt Jones

Submitted to Contest #48

Trigger warning: substance abuse and child abuse He certainly wasn’t born with secret powers nor superstardom forecast for his future. He wasn’t born into a life built for him – for anyone really – to flourish. And there was nothing early on to suggest that life would turn out any different to those of the kin who came before him.    And yet, MacMillan Maxwell might just be the greatest superhero you’ve never heard of.    March 17, 2005, unlikely holds much significance for you or I. And, for most other people around the ...

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“Victims” by Matt Jones

Submitted to Contest #46

At first she just sat there and wrote nothing, not a thing. Not one word stared back at her from the computer screen. Until she realised, glancing at the clock above and to her right on the bedroom wall, that almost three hours had passed.Shit, maybe this return to writing wasn’t such a great idea. Even when she eventually typed that first word, ‘I’, and followed it up with ‘hope’ a few minutes later, it all felt alien to her. Amy Lane had two published books under her belt – each had sold over 500,000 copies – and yet here she sat, at her f...

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