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)
On the Other Side
Anita was absolutely terrified; she had no idea where she was. Panicking, the child whirled in place, observing her new surroundings. This place looked a bit like home. There were mountains, and plants, and caves that resembled the world she knew. And yet, there was something not quite right about it. An intangible difference, a strangeness that Anita could feel inside her bones.
By Matthew Perrinoabout a year ago in Fiction
Prisoners
A blind toddler sat alone in a forest. He didn’t know where he was or how he had come to be there. The last thing he remembered was lying on a bed of straw in the king’s stables, surrounded by the smell of manure and neighing horses. But when he opened his eyes, although the five-year-old could see only darkness, he knew instantly that he had awoken somewhere else. He could feel the long blades of grass under his body. He could hear the singsong of birds and smell the fresh outside air. This place was unfamiliar to him, foreign.
By Matthew Perrinoabout a year ago in Fiction