Stories By Matt

  I felt as though I could slice the tension in the air with a knife. My fourteen sisters-in-arms and I stood side-by-side as we heard the monster bash against the walls of our castle. My eyes moved down to the remains of the guards that arrived before us. They had gone out to meet the beast, to serve as a first line, to buy us time to prepare. The beast had cleaved them in half with its mighty jaws. The top halves had crawled back inside, struggling though they knew they would not survive, doing all they could to stop the creature, even going as far as to try to barricade the entryway with their bodies. They died as heroes. The creature slammed into the castle's entryway once more, its massive form straining to widen the door. The walls rattled with each strike, a tangible reminder of the beast's formidable power. "Hold steady, young one," my experienced sister, always calm in the face of danger, whispered low to me, her eyes never leaving the monster. I nodded to he...

Her children... She could hear them... They were crying. Their dying words were calling to her. Something was here. Something that didn't belong. Visions played through her mind. Her children were running from large, cylinder-shaped ships made of a material that was not of her bounty. Beams of light blasted from the ships and burned buildings. If they struck one of her children, they were turned to dust, not discriminating based on age or race or species; everyone fell to their might. There was no mercy. Her children fought back, but it was futile. Their weapons fell upon her flesh as soon as they were fired. How many had they killed? How many had cried out before they roused her from her sleep? It didn't matter. ******* "Run, Sam." Melody pushed her young son. A large white beam blasted a house behind them to the left, reducing it to rubble. "Mommy, my legs hurt," Sam cried, panting as his small legs carried him as fast as they could. "Keep running. Do...