Matthew Primous
Bio
I am a Black Scholar, International Scholar, & Google Scholar, & 3-Time Eber & Wein Best Poet., Nominee for Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2 time Akademia Excellence Essayists,& 2022 Honorary Muckrack Journalist.
Stories (289/0)
The Double-Engine Aircrafts
The Double-Engine Airplane can greatly saved on energy. It can reduces dependency on one energy source and cause a unified sources of energy to preserve power. This is our answer to the Academy of Engineers, which we were gladly accepted into because of our innovation. We challenge ourselves and we thought out the best innovative approach to fixing this milestone crisis. And we used our backing in the American Chemical Society, we used it to advance our preposition and our approach. We believe strongly in the unified source of energy because it is the most promising. The unified source of energy can survive the most difficult and devastating problems of our time. Bourgnew's scientists believe strongly in this approach and it can help us in space exploration and beyond. It can help us with understanding new systems for building aircrafts of different industries. We believe totally in this approach and offer this approach to fixing the crisis of our time, carbon emissions. The Unified source of energy can come from solar power from the outside of the airplane where sunlight and daylight can easily hit and it regenerate power. Solar is undeniably one of a lasting power source that can ease our dependence on the unhealthy powersources. It can take us to new heights if used properly and can help us reduce reliance on one powersource. The electric power since it is the most stable can power the engine and the important functions of the aircraft. Electric power is necessary and it should be considered when thinking of a certain powersource that can endure both night and day. Electric power is a life saver and it needs to stay in perspective otherwise it can wear and tear. By wear and tear, I mean it can be negative to be totally reliance on one energy source. As we know, the Electric Grid is only so strong and we need to find other sources of power to ease the pressure on it. Wind power can be useful with an aircraft, there is a chance on the side where the wings are at and underneath to recuperate energy and use it for necessary storage to help in emergency and prolong the life of the airplane. Wind power can be just as good as solar power because it comes from an element. We need to harness other powersource to preserve the livelihood we now have in order to better and secure the future. If solar power in calculators can keep them lasting almost 30 years in school then solar power which is mostly present everyday can give the car extra power to last longer without hindering its usage. Wind power will add to the makeup of an excellent airplane because it will add more energy and cars could be probably keep running well pass hundred of miles or more. It creates the idea of better and greater refurbishment.Airlines and manufacturers can use with new parts and dealers will no longer have to make new airplanes just build on the success of the old airplanes. This will greatly reduce the carbon emissions from building old airplanes. It will easily take out tons of emissions over the building of new airplanes. Further it will reduce the hole in the ozone layer. Additionally, the electric grid can only take so much. And we do not want to put the world in the position of being dependent on electricity alone. This will create another elephant in the room. It will create another barrier and it will cause another crisis. We need to build things that can last long because in the end, it will be self-sufficient and planet saving. There are other additions that we could propose besides these three. We could add hydrogen as a fourth energy. We could use water and separate the hydrogen from water to give energy to the engine of the engine. We can take the wings and use their fan like a computer which will reduce and thin out the smell from hydrogen to lessen its effect on the environment while creating energy. We can create a carbon filter that is easily cleanable by a mechanic. For instance, using a small thick cotton plastic towellette, which will catch all the carbon emissions. The wings and their fans can be easily replaceable and made up of a light metal or strong plastic. There are many ways to change our outlook on an airplane, modern Double-Engine Aircrafts
By Matthew Primousabout a month ago in Geeks
Heaven is Real
I am Earl Chapman and I experienced heaven. I never was born with a disease. I never grew up with a disease. All my life I have been healthy and stable. I mean I had a cold now and then but I was never so sick that I thought I could not get well. And I always wondered about heaven ever since I was a little boy. I imagined it and get excited about it in church as the pastor preached about it and as I read Revelation. I know I am a long way's off and a long way sojournering. I know my grandparents got there when I was young even at their funeral. I know my father got there a few years ago. And just recently my mother got there. As everyone else I tried to be a good Christian. I tried to love everybody and treat everybody right. I tried to help the poor and suffer not the little children. I tried to help whenever I can and however I can. I truly love my neighbor. Probably because I wish that I had brothers and sisters but I am grateful Mom and Dad showed me enough love to provide and protect me. What a gift of God!. I was just doing the normal things and living right. There was no care. There was no worry. Every morning trying to do something good and trying to make it to the pearly gates. And I was never late to my job not ever. I was a role model employee. I worked hard for what I got because I was grateful for life. I was grateful living. Then I got in this horrible accident while walking and hiking and smelling the fresh air of winter. I was ran over but I lived. I was hospitalized for many months as my cousins and aunts and uncles tried to give me hope. Then it happened I dream of heaven. I had an out of body experience where I was being carried by angels. The angels were fun, adorable and loving. They gently whisper to me and calm my fears. They said Earl you worked hard enough. You loved hard enough. Now it's time to see him. But I explained that I still could do more. I cried that I could still do more. I don't wanna die yet. And the angels said But he's waiting for you waiting to see you and waiting to talk to you. And I said But I am not ready I haven't prepared I haven't got ready I don't know if I am right enough. And they said The Master knows. And after we were finished having a conversation. I saw the pearly gates shining and bright and oh oh how glorious the land and the rivers flowing with milk and honey, the pure waters and there was a man-like angel. And he wore a crown I believe it was Jesus. And he hugged me so tight and kiss my cheek and said well done. But I cried to him and said but I am not finish. And he said I am not finish with you either. But you earned it earned the right to be my heir you earned the right to see heaven and one day you will enter one day you will see. And he brought my mother and father and they look young about 30 or 40 years old. I cried Mom is that you. Dad is that you. And they cried and hug me and said Heaven is a wonderful place. We love you. We miss you. And other family down the years gathering and I could not count all the hugs and lovely words that they said. As I dreamed of Heaven, I was in a slight coma on earth as I woke the doctors and my cousins and aunts and uncles cried as I spoke. And I said I saw heaven and tried to explain to them the wonderful things. They laughed and were interested. I said The Master said I would get better and finish the things I wanted to get done. He just wanted me to see that Heaven is real. Then as I did more and more good works. I saw this poor man and took him out for a meal. And we talked over and over again. And he shook my hand and something change my heart and my mind. I tried to follow him but he disappear. And I knew that it was an angel. And Heaven is real was real real to me and in my heart and it will be forever real Heaven will be with me wherever I go.
By Matthew Primousabout a month ago in Confessions
Be Civil
I'm just a housemaid. How would I know that I would be in the movement like I was? My Momma told me to stay low and humble and to cause no trouble. She did what I was doing. How was I suppose to know that I would be who I am now? And my father worked for the church. He loved that job. And he was devoted and loved by church folks. What would he think of me now? It all started as I got my two boys ready for school. And made my husband breakfast as well as myself. That I went to work on the bus as usual. As we had to stay in the back and pay in the front. I was a little irritated and tried of this racist trend. How come White people get to be free more than us? And I was wondering and thinking about a world where we all could be free. But it probably would be in Heaven. As I went to my job as usual, I overheard Mr. Bumsch and Mrs. Bumsch arguing unlike usual. And as I rung the doorbell and knock on their door, they acted kinda of funny. They were strange. They asked me to see this news on TV. I saw the man they called Dr. King and that famous gospel singer Mahalia Jackson. Mahalia Jackson was singing Jericho and shouting in beautiful harmony. I love Mahalia Jackson because she was pretty and could sing good child and she worked just like me when she first started her career. And I pretended not to notice and not to like. Then I heard Dr. King and he was strong like a lion and he spoke so clearly and powerfully. I had to stop watching. He was convicting me for taking in and accepting society as racist. He made me think and I thought hard. But I was trying to keep my job for my family. And so Mr. and Mrs. Bumsch noticed that I was not influenced by what I saw on TV. And they allowed me to do my work. I worked almost late that day hoping to keep my job. Then I noticed people were not riding the bus anymore. They were boycotting. And even my church was boycotting and doing sit-ins. They called me Mrs. Annie Womback and they explained that Dr. King called a boycott. I was excited and worried at the same time. And thought God could an end to racism be? Could we really free the buses and then the nation and then the world? And I quietly said that I would join in. And I told them about my bosses how they don't like the movement and I had to be discreet. And the church invited me to ride with one of their members. And so I rode with one of their members for many days and complained that my doctors prescribed that I ride this way instead of the bus. And they bye it for the whole month of the boycott. But then one day at work, Mrs. Bumsch got the call from those people who wanted to stop the boycott days before it was a month. And they had bad mouth me and the all the people involved and they said that I should be fired or my pay should be reduced. And she held me at my job until Mr. Bumsch came in. And they both sat me down and asked What is more important to you? Is your job important? They went on and said Annie these people are Communists and they are unAmerican and unDemocratic. They want to destroy our country. What are you doing marching with them? What are doing lying to us about your health? And I got tired of the questions. I got tired of accusations. I got tired of them being privilege. I got tired of them totally. And I got up and walked right out the door. And Mr. Bumsch warned me that he would fired me as soon as I leave his house. And I walked out after saying All these years I worked with you, little pay, not much benefits, not many raises, raise your family, care for your children, and clean your house. And you treat me like this. May God have mercy on your souls. And it's Mrs. Annie I am just as respectable as you. Bye. And i was crying as I walked out of the house. And walking home with no job and John my husband heard and came looking for me. And he calmed me down and said I could work for the church as a secretary. And we won that boycott and I am no longer a maid for injustice but a servant for justice. Thank God Almighty we are gonna be freed one day, my people, my boys, my husband and me Mrs. Annie.
By Matthew Primous2 months ago in History
A Visage of Hope
I love taking care of Momma because Momma takes good care of me. Momma brought this house completely which she lived in for many many years from Dad's pension. My parents loved each other. They raised me to know everything I could possible learn. Momma would never stop trying to teach me. She wanted me to be the smartest man on earth. And she would do everything in her power to make sure that I learned everything and I mean everything about what life, love and hope were. When I was young my father taught me what a man is and later on he told me what he saw in Momma that made him marry her. He loved her affection, her compassion and her gentleness and the fact that she put up with him for all these years. Dad was a good man from my point of view. I never saw much of his bad side. And now I am taking care of Momma, Momma is up in years and she is independent but she also struggles from time to time. Momma keeps dreaming about her past. And it sometimes get dark and mean spirited. She sometimes have these nightmares about her and Dad. And sometimes when I wake her up she would be fighting. Momma never been that sick before and she never been crazed. Momma had some illness but most of them were under control. And then one day Momma and I had a fight. She told me that Dad did not want to be my father and that I could be from another man. I cried and took a walk. How could Dad not be my father? How could Momma say those things? How could this happen? I was thinking as I was walking. Then I met an old friend, my neighbor, He saw me talking to myself and questioning whether to go back taking care of Momma. Momma's longtime neighbor said that there were things happening in that house. He doesn't know for sure but my parents got distant and into a lot of fights when I was away. And I finally got the gut to tell him what Momma said. And he said She raised you and that man raised you. She is still your Momma. Don't let her stop you from loving her as she loved you. You make her love you. You make her see. And I told him that I would asked my cousin to help. So I used his phone to call my cousin and asked her if what Momma said is true. She first went around the bush as the old saying goes and then she finally admitted. And she told me that I had another sibling but something happened to them. And my cousin apologized for me finding out this way and she hung up. So I told my neighbor and he said like I said don't let nobody stop you from loving that woman. She was willing to die for you at one time. No matter the past, this is the present. No matter the pain this is your time to choose respect and love. And I told the neighbor that I would and I cleaned myself up and left. And the neighbor gave some more advice while I was leaving, Remember Son she is your mother, she has an illness, be merciful, be compassionate, and be gentle. Don't be intimidated and don't be angry. So I promised him. I walked quietly into the house and Momma made Fried Chicken, homemade biscuits, macaroni and cheese and turkey smoked greens. I waited and ate and smiled at Momma. And Momma said she was sorry. I told Momma I forgive her but I wanted to know the full truth. And she said that my father was somebody else because the father you knew made me give up one child. I did not want to but he did. And you were the second and I refused to give you up. Even if that meant not another child. And I poured my heart into you, there. I love you and no illness, no sickness, no nothing can stop that you are my son. And I said I love you too Momma. And Momma was walking towards her room to cry and I stopped her along the way and hug her and kiss her cheek. The last years of Momma's life, we were working in the yard, walking, and laughing and joking and Dad was right Momma can cooked some Cajun Fried Fish as well as Fried Chicken. Momma lived long and her family prosper.
By Matthew Primous2 months ago in Writers
The Magic Scarf
I always loved my scarf. Did you know my grandma knitted it for me? I would take it wherever I go. It would be my safe-keeping. I loved the scarf. Some say it looked dignified and others say it look respectable. As soft as a lamb and stronger than winter. We get a lot of winters where I live. It gets freezing cold that's why my grandma told me to take the scarf wherever so I would stay warm and safe. I would travel much and had many places to go. I would never ever forget my scarf. I would love walking around. I like looking at nature stand still in winter. It is a lovely sight. Seeing the trees hibernate for winter, the wild animals gather for their hibernation. And seeing my footprint in the dazzling snow. And playing in the snow and eating snowflakes and wishing upon Bold Moons. Yeah I love winter. I love the refreshing air. And I will always keep warm with my magic scarf. I called it magic because I never got sick from the first winter up till now. I love being able to do what I want to do anytime I want to do. And not only does this scarf protected me from sickness but also it comforts me. I love the comfy and cozy feel it gives me. I feel like I could do anything and be safe. It also remind me of home and my heritage. It is apart of my personality. Even when I meet strangers they say something because of my scarf. My magic scarf, my lovable scarf, my sacred scarf has taken over me. And I don't know what I would do without it. Even my family recognized me for wearing that beautiful lamb-made scarf. And then it happened? I remember the day as if it was yesterday, I lost my magic scarf. I looked everywhere under the bed over the bed in the dresser and under the dresser, through my bedroom and throughout my family's house. I called my friends and parents. Nobody could find the scarf. I drove myself crazy about that scarf. I had dreams of the scarf and some were nightmares. Did someone steal my scarf? Did someone take my scarf? Was my scarf lost? Was my scarf destroyed? This was ongoing for days and days which turned into weeks and weeks. And finally I got sick, I was bed-ridden. Yup, the flu and I was taking all my medicine and staying in bed with a bell to call my mother and father. The warm fire of the fireplace was present but faint. I still was having dreams of that magic scarf. Would I ever find out what happened to it? Would I ever find my dear beloved scarf? Would life be the same? Would life be better? All I know is that I am stuck in this bed. I can't go outside. I can't see friends. I can't do what I want. My life is shambles. My life is ruined. Just fighting to see another day. Fighting to breath the fresh air. Fighting to see the morning. Mom and Dad brought in Rover, my French Pit Bull Dog. And Rover was a puppy but as smart as any dog and as curious as any dog. He did make me happy and for some time took my mind off of the scarf. I was playing with Rover like my own self again. I was happy and getting better. Then one day Rover was sniffing around the house and I usually stopped him but I was intrigue. He was sniffing around the rooms then the main floors then the closet. And then when he got to one closet that my parents and I never used. Rover started barking and barking and I tried to quiet him down but I could not and so I opened the door and look. And at first there was nothing but then a scarf the scarf the magic scarf was hanging just like in old days. I grabbed it and held it and tie it many times around. And after sometime I thanked Rover by taking him on a walk. And from that day on I never departed from the magic scarf and Rover was my hero.
By Matthew Primous2 months ago in Fiction
The Love Story of Nellie & Washie
It was like all other times, a time of war and a time of love. A time of nativity and a time of sincerity, a time of firsts and a time of lasts. As the two who will be forever intertwined were young and innocent. They lived two very different lives. Washie was a son of a good businessman and he was set to become head of his father's household. He was trained from youth to become his father's replacement. And he did not have much time to questioned or think otherwise. He was the heir and he was chosen to stand in his father's stead. It was the way things were suppose to be back then. Fathers begating sons to replace them and keep the family's business alive. Washie was troubled and felt the weight of carrying the family's responsibilities. He was also curious about the world. He had an adventuring spirit. He wanted to travel and he wanted to be something great. And he always had an apt to please his beloved mother. Then there was Nellie, she was a beautiful little girl and she was set to be a lovely bride to a prominent man. She was innocent and lovely. And when Washie set his eyes on her, he knew she was his interest. As he travel with his family to the neighbors around. He would get a glimpse of her and be astounded. She would do something that made him think. And after sometime Washie's mother knew something was going on between them. So she took the advice of his nanny and gave Washie a chore that would involved going to Nellie's parents house. And Washie's mother told him when he finished his chores and dress for the day that he would go to Nellie's house and help her family since they were good customers of his father. Washie tried to use excuses to why he could not go but his mother knew him so well that she could figure out he was lying and hiding his love for Nellie. Washie's mother grab the things in his hand and ordered him to go. And Washie bowed his head and agreed with his mother. And as he was leaving, she said Son look your best and do your best. So Washie traveled on horseback to his neighbors' house, Nellie's parents house. And Nellie answered the door and Washie reacted like his father. And when he presented the items to her on behalf of his father. Nellie quickly hug Washie to thank him for coming in time to bring necessities. And Washie grinned while taking off his hat. And Nellie kissed Washie on the cheek. Her father and mother were also happy and invited Washie to stay for dinner. Washie unsured but decided to stay. And Nellie's father said that he was just like Washie when he met Nellie's mother. He said he was young and naive and impressible. Nellie's parents after dinner left the table and encouraged Washie and Nellie to talk more. Nellie was more talkative than Washie. And Washie would make jokes and show courtesy. Then Washie asked Nellie to walk with him but she said she would prefer to ride with him. So the two rode in the night and looked at the bright Virginia's stars and the vast land filled with giant trees. And Nellie said she would like to see more of him as they decided it was time to go home. And Washie promised and said cross his heart. Washie came back home and he told his mother all about it. His mother was thrilled and she said she is just like me. And he said to his mother that I feel in my heart that she is a good woman. Washie could not help dreaming about her. Washie would daydream about being her husband and man. And sometimes he would stare into a daydream. And his mother asked him Are you still thinking about that Nellie. And she said it in front of his father and his father was filled with joy and reminded him of his first meeting with his mother. Then a knock came at the door, by order of the King all young men must serve in the French and Indian War. And Washie's father was upset and angry but Washie decided to go and save the family from prison for resisting. His mother promised to watch the family's business and to keep everything. Washie packed and went off to war. The French and Indian War last several years. Washie worked his way up to being a colonel after training years before. And he was held a hero when he helped win a major victory after victory. The King awarded him a massive territory and gave him a medal as he was the most valiant man of the war. And he came back to his home to see his mother and father. His mother ran out to greet him and he kissed her on the cheek and gave her a big hug lifting her up. And he told her that he was so very happy to be home after years in military service. And his mother tried to tell and calm him down as he was searching for his father. And his mother told him that he died while he was in the military and Washie silently cried and hug his mother. And she told him that the family business is almost out of money and Washie told her that he made a lot of money in the military and that he can help greatly. And he was ready to do chores and that's when his mother stopped him and told him about Nellie. And Washie tried to tell her about another woman he met. And his mother cried and told him that Nellie needs your help. She was married before to an older man because her father passed too and her mother was devastated. And this prominent man left her with nothing when he died while he was in the war. And she is struggling too with children. And Washie started to turn. His beloved mother said I know what you are doing but I know your heart. I will invite her to dinner. At dinner, his mother asked the questions and break the conservation between Washie and Nellie. And Washie finally said Oh Nellie I missed you so very much. Then his mother walked away. Nellie suggested that they take a ride on a horse. And they rode near the forest under the big starry Virginian sky. And they lay out on the grass. After staring at the stars for some time, Washie said what do I got to do to make you my wife. And Nellie said I'm in debt. My husband left me with nothing. I have two children. Washie it hasn't been the same since my father passed and you left me. Washie said I had to. The King ordered all young men to report to the military for the war but Nellie i have prestige and money and wealth now something I did not have in the past. I can make you my wife. Nellie said I will be yours if you want me like I want you. And Washie rolled over on the green grass and kiss Nellie on the cheek. So as they prepared for marriage, Washie sold his medal and sold his massive territory from the King to pay for his marriage and family business. Washie and Nellie got married and spent their life together as long as they lived.
By Matthew Primous2 months ago in Writers
Wite's Love
My father named me Wite after my mother. And my father and mother did loved eachother. I believed they loved each other. They just went through a lot of rough times and heartache. I guess they got so mad that they could not stand eachother anymore. I still believed that they loved eachother but was too hurt to admit it. Or they thought that if they admitted that their heart would be broken again. So naturally my parents divorced. I remember seeing Dad for Thanksgiving and seeing Mom for Christmas. Dad would make the best Sweet Potatoe Pie and he showed me his secret so I could make it when I grow up. I spent most of my time with Mom. Mom wanted me to learn and study to be the best I could be. She wanted me strong and smart even more than her. And Mom would sing all the time. She would sing silly songs as well as spiritual songs. Mom loved singing. And she caught me singing in the bathroom while cleaning. And I was singing 'I Love the Lord.' Momma asked me why was I singing that song. And I did not want to answer. You know how children can become hurt over their parents, where they feel that they are caught between two sides. And they don't know how to approach one side. So I lied and said I felt the Spirit of God. And Momma suspected that I was lying but she did not want to test the Spirit. So she suggested that I sing for the church. She suggested that I auditioned for the choir. I was scared and uncertain. I tried to tell Momma the truth but Momma said that I had to be at the audition front and pronto. And I told her that I am not trained and I don't have the right song. I complained about my looks and I complained about how everybody thinks I am terrible. But Mom exclaimed that singing for the Lord is more important than what people think about you. I tried to reason with Mom but she did not understand even that kinda cute church guy might be there and interested. And Mom said as soon as you get the lead I will send for your Dad to come. I got excited and jumped up. Mom said Wite you are suppose to be singing for the Lord and for His glory alone. I said Amen Mom Amen. So I got my chores ready, I did all my homework. Lord knows they throw a lot of homework on someone special. And thank God for tutors or you will never make it out of high school. Just when it was my turn to audition, Momma came in the audition and I sung 'I Love the Lord' by Richard Smallwood. And I was feeling good, I lifted up my hands like Aretha Franklin and put everything I had into that song that the choir kept saying 'I'll haste to his throne.' I was right Mr. Gene did not think I was that good. And I saw Momma marching down the aisle and said her daughter can sing and will sing or she will tell the pastor. Mr. Gene was shocked and admitted and said I only need instructions. And Momma excused me out of the church. Mom said that she had to hurry because something happened to Dad. I asked Momma how bad it was? She said Child I hope he doesn't give up on Christmas. And as soon as we reached the hospital, Dad was in ICE and he could talk. He could hear and he could see. Dad had been crying and Mom cried too. And I tried to tell Dad that I could sing. And after Dad told Mom that he loved her, she asked the doctor if I could sing to him. And I begin singing 'I Love the Lord'. And Dad begin to calm down and get up out of his depression and saddness and sit up and clap. And Mom asked the doctor about Dad and the doctor said everything is working properly. Then after weeks and weeks in the hospital, Dad came in a wheelchair to the service where I led. And I asked the Pastor of Interfaith Alliance of Bourgnew Church if I could dedicated my performance to my father. I reminded them of how my father was my best friend and my role model along with my mother. And how I love him so much and need him even more. I admitted that I first started singing this song because I was hurt over my parents' separation but God has healed me. And I sung 'I Love the Lord'. And the crowd and audience wanted a second song so I invited my mother who was sitting with my father to come to the stage. And we sung 'Amazing Grace', I sung the first stanza while the choir hum then Mom sung the second stanza. And grandma who was the Mother of the Church sung the first stanza again with the choir. The church was an uproar even Daddy wanted to stand and shout. And after church that cute guy AJ asked me out and Momma and Dad approved.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
My Angel Mikey
I always believed in angels since I was young. My brother and I had a painting of an angel walking children across the broken bridge carefully. My name is Miguel and my brother is Henry. At a young age I knew there were demons and devils but somehow when I prayed everything will be better. And one time when those dark forces came to disrupt me, my angel will appear and give me the words to say. I found out later it was the Lord's prayer. I knew I needed protection because this world got a lot of flaws and leaks. I did not want to be caught off guard. It did hurt me when we moved and I could no longer see my Penpal Sidney. I think he liked my Mom but I guess life goes on. Somehow I just pray and things work out. I guess praying helps me in more than ways that I could explain. I prayed to do really really well and I try my best to do what Momma and Daddy said. And somehow my prayers get answered. And yes I say thank you to HIm. How else do you think he would answered me over and over again. As I get older i realized the more I need prayer, the more I need to be mindful of others, the more I need to be thoughtful. Daddy and Momma broke up. And they did not know how to tell us. I was lost and wondering if they loved us. But I knew from Momma's kisses and Daddy's hugs. They did not leave us. They did not forsake us. I knew that they still care and I wanted to be good to at least come out good. I had big hopes and dreams. I wanted to preach or teach or be respected or something. I asked Momma what I should be. And I asked Daddy what I should be. I even asked Henry what i should be. All of them asked me what I wanted to be. It kept changing time after time. Afterall I just was child, the youngest, children dream all day and all night. Children need guidance and children need hopes and dreams and love and faith. And even when they become grow they need angels. That's when the unthinkable happen, my Dad left us in a car accident. They said it was not his fault but Momma and all of us were hurt and devastasted. Momma never looked the same. She cried night and day everytime she drove by the hospital. We tried to tell Momma not to drive by the hospital but she did not cared. As I grew older, I was distant about learning. Dad was my first teacher and he taught me to do art and music like Henry. I loved Dad's music and I loved Dad's drawings. Henry and I used to listen to Dad's music everytime we went to school, church, or anywhere. We both thought he was really really good. I guess I was sad. Sad about losing Dad. Sad about losing my best friend in the world. And I told my school's counselor after sometime when she asked why I wasn't so into school and learning. And that's when I met Mikey, I called him my angel. He was just like Dad. He was cool and funny. He taught me how to dance and sing. He taught me about girls and the difference between girls and boys. He looked like an angel. And he knew me so well. We spent months and months together. I showed him that I learned Hip Scotch. And that I like having the playground all to myself so I can play with every part of the playground. And Mikey knew I was a little selfish but Mikey helped me. Michael was my world but he had to leave. I remember that day that like it was yesterday. Mikey held back tears and he told me that he cares about me and love me. Mikey was strong, he picked me up, a big ten years old and he hug me carefully like I was his own. Mikey hugs really really really tight. And I told him and Mikey said So you will remember me when you grow up. And that was the last time I saw Mikey, my angel. Momma said that Michael was good to me, that he showed me how to be a man. And that he was my angel sought from above. And I said Daddy must have sought him. I then showed Henry and told Henry about my angel Mikey. And after Henry saw the drawings of Mikey. Henry began to make fun of me and say that my name starts with an 'M' and Mikey's name starts with an 'M' and that I am imagining Mikey. And I was just ready to fight with Henry when a lightning flash between us. Henry was scared and so was I. I said that I told him Mikey really exist. And now God is mad, we should pray. And that day I showed Henry how to pray, I kneeled down and folded my hands and said the Lord's prayer like Mikey taught me.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
A New Years Promise
I did not think this song would be one of the Best Classical Music Pieces of all Time. I did not think it would be Mozart, Bach or Beethoven. I did not think it would be one of the Top Christmas Songs. I wrote this piece during Covid-19. Just after I lost my Dad and way after I lost my oldest brother. I was trying to remember the families who lost loved ones. I watched on the news how the families promised their loved ones that they will remember them. Like I did with my Dad, I promised him that I would look like him and remember him. That nobody would take his place in my life. Just what I promised my mother that nobody would be my mother but her. During Covid-19 I spend a lot of time taking care of my Dad with my mother. I remember the struggles and I remember the laughter. I remember Dad wanting to watch what was going on in the world and how Mom wanted to make sure Dad was well taken care of. I remember watching my sisters help my mother and I take care of Dad as he was progressing. I even remember how my brothers in law were checking in. Everybody wanted Dad to make it. Everybody wanted him to see another day and to see his grandchildren become something. Dad knew he would not make it. Dad knew he was going but he made sure that I kept my promise to him. To take his place and help the family to the best of my ability. Dad loved family. He would talk about his family with everyone. He would say how much he knew about them. He didn't mind proving he loved his family. Dad loved God too. He would always express his love of preaching and gospel music. Mom was the same. She would talk about her problems to people she trusted. She would make sure dinner is ready even for grown adult children. Mom would make sure Dad would be comfortable. And I realized I had a good family. I realized I was loved. I realized that even though I did not have everything I wanted. I had a father. I had a mother. I had siblings who cared for me. That's like the greatest gifts a person could imagine. My Dad did not die of Covid-19 but of another disease besides ALS. We all knew he was ready because he wasn't acting himself. He was really really really tired. He was achy and would get mad. But through it all, he would try to love, he would try to care and he would try to show affection. And so we had his funeral, I was the last one to see him alive and I told the story to my siblings and Mom. The last words Dad said was Thank you Matt. I didn't know that they will be his last words. The saying is right what goes around comes around. Dad knew of my great awards coming in. And he must of said a prayer right along with Mom because I received every award that I couldn't imagine. One thing that he said like Mom was be as smart as you possibly can. Don't settle for less. Go as far as you can in academics. When I hear this song, I think of the many promises Mom and Dad made to me and I think of the many promises I make to others. Life is filled with promises choose wisely and live. Don't make any promises. Make life changing and life fulfilling and life moving promises and you will never be the same.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
The Uncanny Duel
The violence and the uncanny actions has never stopped. We always seen youngster coming out in numbers to impersonate their favorite character. And our town is divided between Lee Ed and Mr. Willise. Everytime those movies come out, its like an uproar in town. So many people watched their movies. It's almost like a national holiday is declared with shops closing and people celebrating. Lee Ed and Mr. Willise movies are always live action and loud. We had to put a timeframe when they can be shown and how many times they can be shown. Lee Ed's movies always graphic with illicit humor while Mr. Willise's movies always graphic with suggestive languages. I think its about time we had some variety. So I wrote to Lee Ed and Mr. Willise asking what is the difference between each other. And it took sometime but their agent wrote a whole lot of characterization and gave a ton of free stuff. I told my anxious men that they could keep some of the stuff but make sure that they auction the other stuff for charity. Since I was Sheriff Wyatt. So I interrupted a premiere that they both were having near my town. I asked them the question on live TV. And each time both of the men were stunned. I told them I was really getting tired of what their movies were doing to my town as sheriff. I didn't like how the violence was erupting and how the youngster were highly involved with the movies. Then the media and their publicists promoted a duel movie. I didn't think that was appropriate but both men agreed and said they knew each other well enough to stage a duel.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
Mrs. Flacker Times
It didn't start this way. I wasn't always locked up. I was young and super hot. I had a man. Many were interested but only one could win this heart. It was Aims Flacker. You know I used to be called Joan Wheyans before Mrs. Flacker. I was so hot that they would write songs about me. Anyways I met Aims Flacker and he was smooth and stunning. I think today they would call him a Hunk. He was really really good to me. I loved Aims a lot ever since I laid eyes on him. And since he was older and wiser. I loved his silk like hair. We were meant to be. It so happened that we got married after Aims knocked me up the first night we've been together under the starry lights. It was after we became a family. There was this mistress. She kept coming around Aims and me. Everytime we talk and everytime we get together and everytime we rested. Then as I became late in my pregnancy, I told Aims that it is either her or me. Aims resisted but eventually gave in. Mrs. Flacker I'm sorry to interrupt you but you have to go. The guard is signalling for you to end the conversation. What Oh no Mrs. Rose, I just started the story. Wait Mrs. Rose don't let them take me back. Okay come early around lunch time Bye. Ya act like ya serving the President of the United States or its some Super Model contest. Dang!
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers
The Snappoli Files
I've been on this case for many years. I have been watching these fugitives congregated. They are nothing but the worse con artists around. I dare to bring them down. Detective Snappoli is my name. I have been watching the Wheyans with their Attorney Sheril Berrian. All they do is plot how to steal governmental information. These con artists owned clubs and entertainment venues in East Harlem, California. And they have connections to churches and informants. Churches such as the Cult Church. It sits by the California Bay. You wondered where they got all that lovely furniture and the luxury cars. They were selling out to the Wheyans. The Wheyans regularly sends informants to the church to make sure everything is okay with them. Especially with the Pastor, C.B., C.B. was a gang member that turned his life around supposedly. He preached the fight and no longer reenacted the fight. He encouraged his congregation to do things but doesn't exactly tell them how. C.B.'s strategies of staying out of jail and the government system. He would say when he get happy, The Kingdom of God is under violent attack and has no other choice but to fight for its existence. And God will be with that. C.B. was a regular Wheyans' informant lately. The Gang Family or Wheyans were running much of East Harlem and the government wanted to end this reign. Too many victims and too many families, so it was my job to investigate and to understand their reasons and their purpose.
By Matthew Primous4 months ago in Writers