Matthew Cook
Bio
Nothing to see here....just another ginger.
Stories (7/0)
I. Phoenix
As I sit in a jail holding cell crying, I feel something strange. The room seems to feel heavy, and the clocks are stopping. A woman in an all black dress, with a black hat and a veil walks in casually. She gives me a glare I can feel through the veil, and speaks in an authoritative manner towards me. “I have been watching you little eagle,” she moves her veil out of her face to reveal a middle aged pale face with well done makeup, blonde hair and piercing dark eyes. She then pulls out a large box wrapped in brown paper and puts it in my hands.
By Matthew Cook3 years ago in Fiction
The Cat With 14 Lives
In Salem, Massachusetts in 1982 the Meyers family rented a house. This particular house was so old, It was believed to be built back during the 1800’s around the establishment of the town. Despite the house's age it was a beautiful well renovated home with rent so cheap, it was questionable how the house was even available at all. There was one condition on the leasing contract that seemed rather strange to the Meyers. It was that no one may ever enter or go near the old shed on the back edge of the property. The family of 4 quickly agreed; and this story takes place 6 months after the family moved into the home.
By Matthew Cook3 years ago in Fiction
Another Cinderella Story
April 14th 2079 (Wichita Kansas) In the year 2038, an all out nuclear conflict on a global scale was avoided when an international pandemic with a high mortality rate plagued the world. With no real cure in sight, and resources scarce all of the countries began fighting amongst themselves and civilization collapsed on itself. Those who did survive this ugly part of human history slowly but surely attempted to bring order back to what was left in the world. The people who would rebuild this world had to adapt to living in a world where due to the virus's very precise mortality rate, the average human lifespan would only in rare occasions exceed the age of 40 years old. In the United States, this came In the form of the 4 zones. The story of Alexa Ridders, takes place in the largest and most dangerous of all the zones, the middle. Where she was born and raised all her life in only one of the 3 towns in the mid zone that had any form of law in place.
By Matthew Cook3 years ago in Fiction
Happy 41st Birthday Grandpa (Shortened Version)
August 6th 2054, (Seattle Washington) In a well lit room in the suburban city of the upper zone, family and friends of the man Gabriel Nustbaum gather to celebrate his 41st birthday. The room is filled with love and laughter aplenty as well as sweets and alcoholic beverages. What fills the room even more so is the hidden sadness of loss and mourning that is held back better by some than others. As is customary; any birthday of the age of 40 years or older is considered to be a going away party. For the last 18 years of human history it has been accepted by the whole world that 99% of the human population’s lifespan is only to age 40.Due to this certain customs have adjusted such as Instead of hosting private funerals a custom in the Western District of the United States is to have the funeral in person on the 39th or 40th birthday. As the event comes to a close Gabriel notices his granddaughter has not taken off the heart shaped locket that has been passed down to her since she was given it.
By Matthew Cook3 years ago in Fiction
Wellness
The thing I am the most passionate about is helping others. As silly as it sounds, my motto since a young age has always been that it is every human’s duty to leave the world in a better place than they found it. Although this is such a cheesy disney channel type of passion, It is the only blanket suitable to fill the long roles of my courses of studies and passions.
By Matthew Cook3 years ago in Education
Lost and Found
If you wanna know what happened, I have to tell you everything, my parents taught me never to lie. I'm also not allowed to talk about this stuff though, my parents say if I keep making up stories, everyones just gonna think I’m a fibber, and I'll never have any friends. But I’m not making it up, It's not my fault my eyes and ears are broke, cuz I didn't ask them to break
By Matthew Cook3 years ago in Fiction