For When The Toll Of The Bell Calls For You
It started slowly,
passing from person to person,
infecting,
destroying,
decaying,
all that was built,
the world wasn’t ready,
hope,
was out of reach,
three days after the first case of infection was reported,
eighty-three percent of the earths population,
had fallen ill with the disease,
two days after that,
it wasn’t about treating the sick,
it was about survival,
a vaccine,
to protect the un-infected,
the sick,
were already dead,
and in that,
so was the rest of us.
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Matthew Tonks
People are surprised when reading Matthew’s stories that he’s a sane forty something year old, happily married, father of one, employed full time and dream of dark disturbing things that any sane person would never even contemplate thinking of. But it's true, he’s toyed with writing for most of his adult life, but has always found the peg a writer must fit into is not the shape he wished to be. His writing can be described as lamenting, long, concussive (yes it smashes you in the head), compulsive, and stuffed with rhythmic communication and violence, let’s not forget the violence. His own opinion on his writing is this, “You see, I don't just want the words to seep into your mind, but into your soul, showing you images of blood and beauty through, volatile language, violence, sex, love and sin. My muse takes different shapes, and every now and then you can see her shining her wicked smile in some of my stories, tempting you with her promises, but ripping your heart out instead.”
So have a look, and take a seat in my wayward ride, as you join me while I purge through, this twisted road of madness.
