Matthew Perrino
Bio
A dreamer and wannabe-author, who flops back and forth between loving and hating his work. Imagination extraordinaire, who spends far too much time thinking about words.
Stories (16/0)
Yours and Mine
If walls could talk, I would tell you this: I've been there since the beginning, before there was ever a you. I remember your parents stepping into my vacant room for the first time. They were young then, so young. Your mother walked around smiling, glancing from me to the other light gray walls. "This would make such a cute nursery," she told your father.
By Matthew Perrinoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Jaguar and the Sloth
On a tropical island, deep within a lush, green jungle, lived a cunning jaguar. The beast was lying in the shade of a tree to shield itself from the blistering heat. He was in the midst of giving himself a bath, licking his black-spotted coat with a pink tongue, as he debated what to eat for dinner.
By Matthew Perrinoabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wanderer
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Adriana lied on her back, her long, dark hair sprawling across the cold, steel floor. Like all 246 people in B302, she was dressed in a navy jumpsuit. The seventeen-year-old gazed out the window. She'd been coming to this room for a decade now, and yet the sights beyond it still enchanted her. She gave a smirk, recalling the days before she'd learned the truth--when she had known this place as only the Forbidden Room.
By Matthew Perrinoabout a year ago in Fiction
Lost
I became lost in The beautiful, blue ocean Of my lover’s eyes
By Matthew Perrinoabout a year ago in Poets
The Mystery Box
The package from no one had come earlier in the day. Linda stared at the delivery on her kitchen counter. It was a harmless looking thing: a rectangular cardboard box, about the size of an old video tape. And yet, Linda was afraid to open it.
By Matthew Perrinoabout a year ago in Fiction
