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The Trouble with magic | Michael Mattson's Blog

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Michael Mattson's Blog. A portal into the world of writing. The Trouble with magic. Johnny and Tim sat on Johnny’s bed, huddled under the protective canopy of a sheet. The shiny chrome flashlight inserted into the crook behind Johnny’s bent knee filled the space with light. A shallow cardboard box was open between them. Next, take the coin and place it in the Marshall Brodine Magic Box, Johnny read. Which one is it? He said looking up at his friend’s face. Say the magic words, Johnny said. Let’s pu...

All Mine | Michael Mattson's Blog

https://michaelmattson.wordpress.com/2010/03/30/all-mine

Michael Mattson's Blog. A portal into the world of writing. 8220;And why would you sit there for hours just waiting for him to sign in? 8221; Mandy demanded. “You’re wasting your time – and you’re borderline obsessed.”. Carol knew she was right – but the smothering urge to know him, to hear him, to be ‘connected’ with him was threatening to overwhelm her like a 10 foot tsunami. She teetered on the edge. 8220;So what is it you want? 8220;I want him.”. 8220;What if he doesn’t want you in the same way?

Killing Sammy | Michael Mattson's Blog

https://michaelmattson.wordpress.com/2010/06/21/killing-sammy

Michael Mattson's Blog. A portal into the world of writing. Winter’s grasp was vice-like. Stefan heard the sound of Davey’s voice next to his bed. Bundled in the covers, only his face was exposed to the chill. Coming out of a deep sleep, he was dreaming of being on a slave ship. He was rowing but a fat woman in a black mask whipped him continuously for no reason. 8220;What’s wrong? 8221; he croaked. 8220;The ponies are out, Daddy.”. 8221; he said pointing at the black stallion. “The pony! Sulphur reached...

The soft rumble of thunder | Michael Mattson's Blog

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Michael Mattson's Blog. A portal into the world of writing. The soft rumble of thunder. 8220;You just get tired of things,” he told his friend Stosh one morning over coffee. His friend merely nodded his head as he raised the steaming white cup up to his lips and sipped. Stosh placed the cup back into its saucer and said with a heavy note of resignation,”Too soon old, too late smart.”. 8220;What is an old man but voice and shadow? 8220;So long ago,” he thought. 8221; Larry’s heart rate picked up and...

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Michael Mattson's Blog. A portal into the world of writing. Works that haunt me. February 27, 2010. I remember sitting in Miss Simon’s 7th grade class at Mt. Greenwood elementary. She was well into her sixties, with a shock of dark, ratty hair, and large lips. She was thin, almost skinny, and always wore long, pleated skirts. 8221; by Prosper Merimee, and “ The Scarlet Ibis. 8220;The babbling brook” by Alfred Lord Tennyson and “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening” by Robert Frost were ...If a native Eng...