Matthew Hill
Stories (7/0)
The Santa Files - My Friends Call Me Nick
Christmas Eve in the house was still. Downstairs, the tree blinked brightly with the colors of the rainbow. Upstairs, in the still of the darkness, two-year old Joshua awoke from his crib. Usually, he was the one of the four children, who would sleep soundly through the night. But this night was different. It was Christmas Eve! And noises came from above his head. It was almost as if horse and cart were on the roof. He decided to stand up in his crib and call out to his older brother, five-year-old Andrew, with whom he shared a bedroom.
By Matthew Hill3 years ago in Families
The Santa Files - My Friends Call Me Nick
It was getting late on Christmas Eve 2004, and almost four-year old, Emma sat on her living room couch. She had all her pictures that she had drawn for Santa. But she had kept it "a secret" from Mommy and Daddy as to what she wanted this year, because she wanted to see if Santa could deliver it. She had already sent her letter to Santa weeks before, but she knew some pictures on the fire place mantle for Santa to see.
By Matthew Hill3 years ago in Families
The Kelpie of Star Bay
On this Day of October 31, in the year of our Lord 1912. My Dearest Granddaughter Daisy, It is your 13th birthday. How happy I was to here that your birthday falls under the same day as mine in October. Your father tells me, that you and your friends will be participating in ghost stories by the bayside at the cottage fireside on Star Bay. So, he asked me to send you my recollection of any local ghost and faery stories. So I am recalling one that I actually experienced, along with a birthday gift, which I will explain at the end of this letter.
By Matthew Hill3 years ago in Horror
The Santa Files - My Friends Call Me Nick
In 1979, when I was 8 years old, Ontario Canada had seen one of the worst snow storms in history, in just one week, the week before Christmas. My family was driving to Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario, to spend Christmas with my Grandparents. My mom and dad thought that it would be a good idea for me and my brother to see Christmas in North.
By Matthew Hill3 years ago in Families
The Marigold Flowers
When Sylvia and I divorced, it was a hard time for me, and I had reconnected with a friend, Elle, from my childhood, whom I had the biggest crush on, as a kid. But the events that would transpire, would forever change my perspective on life and real love. But I should really start from the beginning.
By Matthew Hill3 years ago in Fiction
The Blue Boys Incident
It was Saturday morning. Chuck and Carol needed a little time to sleep in. Matthew got up at 5:00 AM, on Saturdays, he would always get himself a bowl of cereal, and watch Saturday morning Cartoons. Scooby-Doo was his favorite, but early mornings on Saturdays only provided the old Rankin Bass 1960’s version of Pinocchio and The Wizard of Oz, and then a rousing “Rocket Robin Hood”. Not Emmy winning TV, but it kept him entertained, until the real cartoons came on. Aaron, still slept in his crib, until the bunk bed was put together and painted, usually slept until 8:00 AM.
By Matthew Hill3 years ago in Families