Matt Sager
Bio
My name is Matthew Arnold Sager I am married and I live with my wife and my dog in a small city in Ontario. I like to write.
Master Jedi, Scorpio and Salesman. I hope you enjoy reading my tales a quarter as much as I enjoyed writing them.
Stories (6/0)
The White Wolf
The Strangest Day By Matthew Sager It started in the early light of the morning. I awoke to a scratching at my bedroom window. There at the window was a large white wolf. I assumed it was a wolf although I had never seen one up close as I live in a small southeastern Ontario town where wolves seldom dwell if at all. I am twelve and it is probably the coolest thing I have ever seen. I moved my room to the basement weeks before because it has a television and is huge. My mother never comes down here as it was my father’s den before he left us to parts unknown. From my vantage point safely behind glass I watch him walk away towards the alley behind my house. I am up before anyone else and decide to follow. He looks back at me as he heads towards the river, as if saying “hurry up”. I finish tying my shoes and at what I consider a safe distance I follow. Down to the bank he wanders looking into the river and back at me. We walk for hours down the bank and back up again. Where the water is low on this warm summer day, we cross the river and up the hill to the other side. I realise that during our walk we are now only a few steps apart and we continue our walk with him leading. He is bright white like a cloud in a dream and I start wonder if I am dreaming a very vivid dream. I still follow, we walk for hours through the suburbs into forest and back out onto farmland. We walk trails the wolf seems to know and some he doesn’t. We come around a corner on a steep trail out into a roadway. We see a car crashed into a tree on this dead-end road with a man slumped behind the steering wheel and smoke coming from the front off the wrecked car. I get the door open and the wolf helps me drag the man out. The mans face is a bloody mess. The wolf turns the man over as the car bursts in to flames. I try and wake the man up, as I look, I realise through the blood and bruises that this is my father. He comes to, sees me and gives me a big hug. He tells me of the mistakes he has made and was trying to get back home. We start the long walk home, him limping while I support him. Suddenly we hear sirens in the distance. They had seen the smoke from the burned-out car. The wolf slowly walked away up a hill and is gone. They say blind luck, the paramedics and I saved my father that day but I know it was the white wolf.
By Matt Sager 3 years ago in Horror
Dead City
Dead City By Matthew Sager Yeah, I'm dead. I'm the ghost on this block. In limbo, until they decide that I've earned my place on the other side. You may have read about us in the papers, or have seen our lives and deaths laid out in the news. The guys and girls who had too much fun in too little time. But to be honest with you, sometimes, it wasn't fun.
By Matt Sager 3 years ago in Horror
what would you like?
What would you like? By Matthew Sager This is my account of when I found the notebook. It was a sunny day in April 2015 when I was taking a shortcut through the woods on my way home from school. My name is Micheal Smith and I am 15 years old. Walking quickly and I might not have even noticed it if I was looking straight ahead. I always scan the tall grass on either side of the trail for snakes incase someone is around. I wouldn’t want them to hear my girlish scream if a snake crossed my path. I noticed this leather bound notebook sticking out from under a rock, it was all scuffed up. I looked around then picked it up and looked through it, there was handwriting that was small and neat on all of the pages. Curious I put it in my backpack and planned to read it when I got home. I was by no means a straight A student, but I loved to read. I have been told that I have an overactive imagination. The pages full of that small neat handwriting intrigued me. What is it ? I thought, could it be a journal or an unfinished novel? I had no idea but I was going to find out. When I arrived home I said hi mom and dad as I walked through the house. My dad said “dinner will be ready in an hour.” Mom was out in the garden.
By Matt Sager 3 years ago in Families