Matthew Cheng
Stories (14/0)
The Old Stone
The old stone giant. As it towers over me, I feel so alone.
By Matthew Chengabout a year ago in Poets
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 Cheng2 years 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 Cheng2 years 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 Cheng2 years 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 Cheng2 years ago in Fiction