Matthew Mccahey
Bio
I want to use stories and life experiences to allow others to be open about their own.
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Stories (80/0)
How Writing Changed My Life
1.Writing gave me the outlet I always needed to understand my emotions and release them. I grew up an angry, and bitter child who had no way to channel his emotions. I wasn’t involved in sports until high school, but my writing always harbored the darkness I found inside me. My teachers would comment that while it was good the dark undertones were questionable. Over time I began to find my own voice in my writings and the paradigm shifted. I found myself in the middle of both darkness and light with my writings reflecting that.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Journal
Growing From the Cracks in Life
Walking along the same sidewalk day after day seemed awfully mundane, and yet I did it like clockwork. You see I wasn’t out there to do anything but walk and clear my head. It helped me process my emotions like my bitterness, my regrets and my anger in a better way and give me space to think.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Fiction
Who Am I?
I'm writing this in response to the “About Me” stories that have been popping up on vocal groups. I figured I'd chime in with my own story. I was once told that I was dealt a really bad hand in life. That was the first time I found myself in an inpatient psych ward at the age of 16. My parents split at the age of 8 or 9 and I never saw my father much after I turned 10. He had moved away back to his parents' home and left my life.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Humans
The Maze of the Netherworld pt1
The Maze of the Netherworld pt.1 When I was around 8 years old my father, a warlock, was in the study reading out of his cursed tome. He was an arrogant man who thought he had everything under control, but summoning requires precision and patience. He would have my oldest brother George help him with his castings and alchemy.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Fiction
Angel of the Sun
Shining with the intensity of the sun, her wings were painful to look at. They were grand and beautiful and I risked my sight just to look at her. Her light enveloped the night sky with a glaring glow and she stood with her head held high. Her name was Aniela and she had flown to my aid in my darkest moment. In her right hand she held a powerful spear and with her left she lifted me up from the battlefield.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Fiction
The River Shade
Laughing and crying we told stories on our raft down the river Shade. My group had been on an adventure for the past 4 months visiting the cities along the river. It was my duty as a the chosen one of my kingdom to see the world and return home to protect the kingdom. Along the way I met many wonderful and kind human beings. Creatures of all shapes and sizes and even spirits. The river Shade was a special place where along its crevices and banks you could find the Shade flower. A unique flower with the power to bring a spirit back to life for a set amount of time, but they had no soul. They could feel, touch, love, eat and experience the world.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Fiction
Dear Love, To Whomever
Crowbar in hand I ripped up that old dusty wooden floorboard. Years ago, I had buried a box of letters and it was time to take them with me in my new life. I had lived in this creaky old home for a decade, and let life pass me by. It was my first true home and I was feeling nostalgic in that moment. I sat on the floor and opened up the box. Inside was a handful of carefully wrapped letters that I had written to my future self among other things. I opened up the first letter I had written some 12 years ago. I thought there would be some grand moment as opened it, but the moment felt lackluster. I began reading and that’s when the moment hit me, when my words reverberated back at me.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Motivation
The Fallen Citadel Pt. 2
My mind faded out for a couple hours and when I awoke Jonah and Minerva were standing over me. They had managed to survive the night just as I had and came to look for me. They questioned my men who told what I had done for them and thought me dead. It was going to take more than that to kill me, and my burning thirst for revenge was going to keep me going.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Fiction
The Fallen Citadel Pt 1
A massive and impenetrable wall guarded towered in the distance. It watched over the majestic citadel of Toko, and I was a soldier in the swords guard. Our citadel was the crown jewel of our kingdom Visario and it was home to many humans and creatures alike. We had paved roads that connected the many winding streets and alleys of our grand city.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Fiction
The Sunset of My First Love
It was a moment that I didn’t want to end, but I knew it was going to. We watched the sunset on a majestic summer evening with a cool breeze flowing around us. The hue of orange, yellow turning to red and pink was remarkable. In that moment I thought about how lucky I was to share it with someone I loved. I turned to look at her and caught a glimpse of the sunset reflecting on her beautiful face. She was glowing and radiating just like that summer sun. She had this aura about her that embodied the essence of summer. She was free, and to me she was fleeting. I could only stop to admire her like I could the sunset and then she was gone. I was left amazed and bewildered at the same time and couldn’t understand why things had to end. In those days love was fleeting to me, it was always there until I reached for it. It faded like those sunsets on those summer nights.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Fiction
Shadows of Paranoia
Horrified I wake up, my heart beating out of control, my eyes wandering in the dark and I see them. By them I mean the shadow people and they were there to kill me. I reach under my bed and grabbed my baseball bat that I used for home defense. I started swinging like a mad man, and screaming at those shadows. Truth is I was swinging at ethereal beings, and they laughed at me maniacally. I couldn’t get their damn laughs out of my head, they never spoke, they only laughed at me. Sometimes I woke up in a sleep paralysis and thought I was going to die. I could feel my chest tightening, my throat slowly being crushed by the shadows, and all of this while I was unable to fight back.
By Matthew Mccahey3 years ago in Fiction