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Matt Coryell
Bio
Putting words on pages. I hope to entertain :)
Stories (6/0)
Becoming Myself
I wish I could tell you the story of how I saved someone, or how I overcame some unusual hurdle by being the best version of me, but I can't. Anybody looking in on my life from the outside would certainly see a happy, healthy, intelligent person with perfect confidence in himself. Hell, even my own mother still tells me she wishes I could be that person again, but truthfully I don't think I was ever that person. This story will come with a trigger warning for self harm and suicide, but also tells of how things got better.
By Matt Coryell3 years ago in Motivation
The Influence of a Halfling
Many people will argue that the wizarding world of Harry Potter is the best fantasy world, or that Game of Thrones has the best fantasy world, and likely most will argue that Lord of the Rings is the best fantasy world. As part of a younger generation, I don’t know much about Game of Thrones, and I think that is a mark against it right from the beginning, simply because it is not appropriate for a younger audience. While Harry Potter has got that in its favor, JK Rowling has failed on multiple points. Her goblins are based on a Jewish stereotype, there are no canonically black characters, and her one Asian character has an extremely stereotypical name, Cho Chang. And that’s just what’s wrong with her characters. I could continue on about why I think Harry Potter needs to be taken down multiple rungs on the popularity ladder, but that’s not what I’m going to talk about here. The world of Lord of the Rings is by far the best fantasy setting ever created.
By Matt Coryell3 years ago in 01
You're the Bomb
“You’ve reached West Coast Adventurers Academy, this is Head Committee member Dr. Fili Klause, how may I help you?” “Hi, yes, can you tell me what is required to enroll my daughter in wizardry studies? She was thinking about studying for heavier combat or becoming a monk, but we have found recently that she has quite a knack for a couple of cantrips she picked up from our neighbor.”
By Matt Coryell3 years ago in Fiction
That Which Eats
Tummy grumbling, I peel myself up off the couch and go to the kitchen to make myself something to eat. The floorboards creak in the silence of solitary living. The usual arguing of the neighbors below, and the heavy creaking footsteps of the neighbors above are deafening. It’s overwhelming, so I quickly click resume on my show I had paused when I first got up. Just a kid's show, but one I’ve liked for years, and though it adds to the chaos it brings me comfort because I know what each character will say next.
By Matt Coryell3 years ago in Fiction
Below Rainier
For years and years there lived a couple in the vast fields of central Washington state. Too poor to go anywhere else, or even to live in a house for that matter, so they lived in a pretty red barn. This barn, when first bought, was tall and glorious, with fresh red paint, and high white doors, and was also home to a coop of chickens and two young cows. This young couple lived in the barn loft, and slept on a hay bed covered only in a sheet and two blankets. The years were not easy on this barn though. Between the torrents of cold rain or a cloudless sky giving way to an unforgiving sun, the barn faded, rotted, and cracked.
By Matt Coryell3 years ago in Fiction
The World As You Once Saw It
Sunday, June 4th, 2122. I’ve been writing for months, so I suppose I should mention how we got here. It gets colder, and darker, the deeper you delve into the earth. And then as time went on it got warmer. Hotter. Almost to the point that it would be uncomfortable. And then it did become uncomfortable. On the way down we build tracks for old mining carts, vertical and once smooth. The tracks are old now, and begging to be replaced or at the very least repaired, so that the nerve-wracking climbs and descents might become less so. When first built they would rattle and creak already, but now there’s clacking, and screeching, and non-rhythmic jolts and jerks that make you wonder if the tracks are finally going to crumble to pieces, unseating the carts as a result, and plummeting the passengers into the darkness below.
By Matt Coryell3 years ago in Fiction