Matthew Cheng

Joined November 2021

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Open the Box
The birds hadn’t even woken up yet. Somewhere beyond the clouds, the sun had to be rising. But for now, all the sky held was grey or black. It was a great day to exist. You know, one of those days where that’s all there is to do, exist.
By Matthew Cheng4 months ago in Fiction
The Vanguard
The ancient vanguard Looks beyond and to the sea, Right over my head.
By Matthew Cheng5 months ago in Poets
Endurance
A vicious chill comes. The mountain endures, stoic. The body trembles.
By Matthew Cheng5 months ago in Poets
The Patient Giant
Hidden by the fog, The giant waits in silence. A patience unknown.
By Matthew Cheng5 months ago in Poets
The Old Stone
The old stone giant. As it towers over me, I feel so alone.
By Matthew Cheng5 months ago in Poets
The Watcher
I curse the deep cold. The mountain just watches me. It couldn’t care less.
By Matthew Cheng5 months ago in Poets
Hunted
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Said a rugged man sitting across from a fire, its light casting deep shadows over his face.
By Matthew Cheng10 months ago in Fiction
They See Me
My Uber was waiting for me outside, I had been done packing everything I needed to survive for some time now and my family was doing whatever they were doing. It was time to run from home. I took one last look at my room, a sanctuary or a prison I still couldn’t tell and I set my farewell note on my bed. I crept through the house past everyone’s room. My brother was on a call with his friend, my mom was reading and my dad was asleep. It was only 9:30PM. He must have been working early the next day. Leaving the house wasn’t a problem, and the Uber driver didn’t say anything to me except an incoherent series of grunts as they greeted me.
By Matthew Chengabout a year ago in Fiction
I Lost My Fight
I was having dinner with a girl I was dating at the time after my karate tournament. I lost the fight pretty terribly by what people told me. They said things like “you did great”, “thanks for letting me come watch” or “winning doesn’t matter”. People only say that when you absolutely failed at something. I only remember the first half of the fight, I think I got hit pretty hard, but it’s in the past. It doesn’t matter.
By Matthew Chengabout a year ago in Fiction
I lost my fight
I was having dinner with a girl I was dating at the time after I fought at a national karate tournament. I lost the fight pretty terribly by what people told me. They said things like “you did great”, “thanks for letting me come watch” or “winning doesn’t matter”. People only say that when you absolutely failed at something. I only remember the first half of the fight, I think I got hit pretty hard, but it’s in the past. It doesn’t matter.
By Matthew Chengabout a year ago in Fiction
An Untold Story
It always got hard to keep the eyes open once the sun fell, but that’s usually when they would show up. The violent crack of gunfire and the occasional sky shattering boom of an artillery cannon would announce that yes, we were not alone.
By Matthew Chengabout a year ago in Fiction
Consequences
A frail old man wrapped Jacob’s hands as he chewed on his mouthguard. Jacob hopped off the chair and rolled his shoulders back. He slipped thin MMA gloves over his fists and turned away as a tall man in a leather coat handed a stack of cash to the room supervisors who nodded and left.
By Matthew Chengabout a year ago in Fiction