Matthew Foster

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“I'll Be Home For Christmas” by Matthew Foster

Submitted to Contest #281

Christmas with the family. John was not mentally prepared for the litany of questions and disagreements that always accompanied a family gathering. He blew out a cloud of smoke and checked himself in the car mirror. His blue eyes were bloodshot, his black hair more than a little oily. Oh well, who was he trying to impress? John opened the door, smoke spilling out of it. He took some eye drops and squirted them into his eyes and then sprayed some cheap cologne to hide the smell. Inside, the house smelled of cooking food and Chr...

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“The Veiled Woman” by Matthew Foster

Submitted to Contest #279

Jessica lay in bed, sweat staining her pillow and sheets. The bedroom was a chaotic mess, dirty clothes indistinguishable from the clean ones strewn about the floor. The ceiling fan creaked in a steady rhythm and she was thankful for the white noise. It drowned out the silence, which could be deafening at night. The silence was almost as bad as the darkness. Although she was well into her twenties, Jessica’s small room was lit by a soft night-light in the shape of a crescent moon. The darkness had a way of creeping up on her, and if she wasn...

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“Fairy Tale Support Group” by Matthew Foster

Submitted to Contest #277

A woman with red lips and black hair unstacked chairs in the small room in preparation for the meeting. She sang a soft tune under her breath. Squirrels and mice responded to her song, tidying up the room. Birds flew here and there carrying refreshments. Two bluejays flew up to the wall, a banner between their teeth. “A little to the left,” she said. Fairy Tale Support Group. The Tales drifted into the small room at the back of the church. The modern world had risen up around them, but the stories still existed, as long a...

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“A Stormy Night” by Matthew Foster

Submitted to Contest #220

"Go see the sights, they told me. You just have to see the bridge, they said." Jessie had been coerced by his peers at the work convention to go see the famous bridge from that one movie. Turned out there was no movie, the bridge was a dump, and the second he got there a thunderstorm started. Jessie looked up at the only thing between him and the rain. “Some beauty this turned out to be.” His black suit was drenched, adding an extra ten pounds to his thin frame. His briefcase was soaked, but he didn’t care. He hated coming to these w...

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