Laminate the destiny within me, show the world this version of who I forever should be, deceive the wicked with the smoke born of a thousand mirrors, reflect my commandments into the mind if killers, spoil the wicked, saturate the pure, suffocate the godly, alienate and purify, raise the guilty about them all with purpose, to kill them all, the beautiful princess, the ugly troll, the battered harpy, the dying mole, the evil queen, the wicked witch, the crying woman, the lying bitch, the nothing, the borrowed, the ashes, the knife, the visions that run around in my head at night, feed it all to them in spoonfuls of hate, prise the septa from her hand, disembowel the queen and take her land, a fitting version to have as the ending, to let the princess rise to the throne, but add my twist and the spill her blood also..
Published by 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, who dreams 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. View all posts by Matthew Tonks