Matthew Cheng
Stories (14/0)
Akira's vengeance
The Emperor’s Son A man stood but several metres from me, and laid his palm on the hilt of his sword. The scene was poetic. We stood apart in a deep valley, surrounded by steep mountains and trees. Light from the moon had lit up the land, the land which I had grown to love. The cherry blossoms had bloomed. I too rested my hand on the handle of my sword.
By Matthew Cheng2 years ago in Fiction
I Can Hear Everything
I lost my fight pretty terribly by what people told me. They said things like “you did great”, “thanks for letting me come watch” or “I loved watching you fight”. People only say those things 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