Matt Spaziani
Bio
Robotics engineer by day and writer, musician, and gamer by night.
Stories (8/0)
Something to Lose
“So without further ado, let’s all raise a glass and wish a happy thirtieth anniversary to Mr. and Mrs. Clapton!” Cries of cheers! resounded throughout the foyer of the mansion, accompanied by the soft tinkling of crystal as the party guests touched their glasses to each other. Robert did the same, taking the opportunity to turn to his wife and toast to her. “Cheers, love.”
By Matt Spaziani2 years ago in Fiction
Family Games
“No fucking way!” You turn your head towards the yell. The tone could have been either excited or angry, but a quick look at the smiles around the horseshoe pit is enough to prove it was the former. Uncle Michael is holding court with several of the relatives, all of whom seem to be hanging on his every word. You don’t spend as much time with him as you would like, but it’s a scene you’ve witnessed at most family gatherings. He just has the ability to entertain.
By Matt Spaziani2 years ago in Fiction
Cabin Friends
“All right,” Dad said, tying his bathing suit. “Hopefully I won’t be long.” Logan looked up from his puzzle. Even at the age of seven, he could see the frustration in his father’s face. The tone of their vacation had changed from joyful to grim in the space of a few minutes, and all it took was a muffled conversation between his parents and the grown-ups from the other cabin.
By Matt Spaziani2 years ago in Horror
The Robots that Fight Cancer
In Spring of 2014, I fell in love with robots. I remember the exact moment that it happened. I was studying an undergraduate degree in mechanical engineering, and I had the excellent opportunity to work as an intern for the iRobot Corporation. Towards the end of the semester, another intern and I were sent down to Cape Canaveral with one of iRobot’s directors to represent the company at a robotics convention. We were there for a few days, and most of the time the director had other responsibilities, so the two of us were left in charge of the booth.
By Matt Spaziani3 years ago in Humans
Behind the Glass
“Tim!” The shout was a mixture of anger and disappointment, and it rang out clearly from the garden. Tim didn’t care. He knew Mom would punish him, and maybe he deserved it, but very little could take his attention from the loud, satisfying thud he had heard when the rotten pear slammed into the greenhouse. Even now, as Mom’s pounding footsteps came towards him, he stared intently at the juice dripping down the glass, leaving behind a sticky residue that would be a pain for someone to clean up.
By Matt Spaziani3 years ago in Fiction
Carina
The Carina was back. Grant noticed it out of the corner of his good eye, after he had turned to go inside. The charred remains of his cigarette were slowly being eaten by the waves, vanishing into the tide where he had flicked it a moment ago. He barely registered it. His eyes—both of them, now—were fixated on the boat floating just on the edge of the horizon.
By Matt Spaziani3 years ago in Horror
