MATTHEW TONKS

AUSTRALIAN HORROR AUTHOR

Tag: Life

  • Daily Grind – A Word From Our Sponser

    Daily Grind – A Word From Our Sponser

    Time to break character, with nine days remaining for the 365 challenge to be completed many things have transpired over the last few weeks, namely the biggest one, Marty Towns, one of the main characters from my ‘The Roundhead’ story has, if you haven’t realised by now, somehow come to life and taken over the blog, confusing his, ‘made up’ back story to be real and believes I’ve stolen his stories, claimed them as my own and posted them on this blog. After Marty renamed the blog, (total jerk thing to do by the way) he set about rewriting many of the stories that this blog brought to you, in a misguided attempt to reclaim them (another total jerk thing to do, god this guy is a total wanker). Now, after losing his marbles, (can I clap, because he’s obviously nuts) he’s decided to rebirth the horror magazine that he originally wrote all these stories for, in the form of a web blog, this web blog, which is now (if you didn’t notice) titled Fear In Fear Magazine. Plus we also have some suspicious character calling himself ‘The First’ posting vague poems/prose about how it’s coming, and the end is near… Gosh, okay, have I missed anything?

    Probably, at the best of times I over stretch myself, but this is, well, not entirely up there with my best ideas.

    Anyway, why the break in character?

    Excellent question.

    Easy answer, after the challenge is over, and, hopefully poor Marty is back in his box, the blog will indeed remain Fear In Fear Magazine, where we will be showcasing madness, the likes of the twisted roads we currently venture on could only dream of, and the invitation is out there to anyone who wants to throw down and become part of the dastardly dealings Fear In Fear will bring forth.

    Why tell you now? Well, I wanted, before  things went pear-shaped, to touch you all, not in a weird, sexually perverted way, but in a, hey, this part of the story is legit way (maybe I should’ve just written touch base with you all…) because the blog itself is staring in this, the final story Matthew Tonks’ Twisted Roads of Madness will bring you. While I’m here, I just wanted to say, thank you to everyone who’s stayed with me as the wheels have fallen off, and, hopefully, I’ll see you on the other side.

    Although, I should mention, the next time I post, I’m pretty sure I’m going to end up Deadhead manure, oops I should’ve said spoiler alert!

    Cheers,

     
    Matt

  • Day 356 – The Gift Of Nature – 50 Word Story

    Day 356 – The Gift Of Nature – 50 Word Story

    The next story that was converted into a 50 word story originally appeared in issue 281 of Fear In Fear Magazine under the name The Gift Of Nature, you can read the short that was posted below.

     

    “It’ll only hurt for a moment, well, that’s what they tell me anyway,” she says, running a fingernail along one of the protruding veins in his neck before biting down. He gasps for air as her teeth pierce the fragile vein, and his blood rushes out, into her hungry mouth.

     

    You can go HERE to read the expanded version of this story.

    You’re more than welcome, as always if inspiration hits, to expand the story yourself, all I ask is that you post a link in the comments below so I can showcase it on the blog.
    Marty

  • Daily Grind – Do You Want To Be Part Of Fear In Fear Magazine?

    Daily Grind – Do You Want To Be Part Of Fear In Fear Magazine?

    As we move forward in this new age, this new headspace, I took the time to look back over some of the great writers who were part of Fear In Fear’s original run and realize, I cannot do this on my own.

    So I’m calling out to you, writers, artists, creators, if you have something dark, something strange, or, something that’s just downright awesome, let me know and I’ll showcase it on Fear In Fear, and link back to to your blog.

    Together, lets make the resurrection of Fear In Fear live up to the glory it once was.

    Send all submissions to earth2165@yahoo.com.

    Marty

  • 10

    10

    He’s losing,

    I’m gaining the upper hand,

    everything he does,

    I counter,

    everything he tries to place in my way,

    I move it,

    blood is on his hands,

    yours,

    the worlds,

    he can’t stop it,

    not that he ever had a chance,

    he was an idea,

    a chance,

    but she sold herself,

    allowed me in,

    shared her secrets,

    her sins,

    I devoured her whole,

    and with her,

    so do you perish.

  • Voices – Wrapped In Words

    Voices – Wrapped In Words

    Slipping,

    sliding,

    no just losing my grip,

    but losing myself,

    no one offers a hand,

    no one offer to help,

    they all think I’m acting,

    they all think I’m playing a hand,

    but I’m not,

    I’m losing it,

    I fucking cracking up,

    the walls are coming down,

    the sky is opening up,

    and the darkness is coming,

    for every single one of us,

    to claim its prize,

    our sin,

    our soul,

    so heed this warning,

    heed my call,

    for once the beast has devoured me,

    you’ll be its next port of call.

  • Daily Grind – Fear In Fear Reborn!

    Daily Grind – Fear In Fear Reborn!

    Fear In Fear Magazine is reborn, my past is being used against me, twisted and turned into something it’s not by someone I once called friend.

    Gareth, your demented journey will soon be at an end, by bringing Matthew into this world, by filling his shoes with flesh and bone you have only angered the one who whispered the stories.

    I thought my mind was gone, I thought I was just a nightmare given form, but now I realize it was you all along, no more, NO MORE!

    Today. I reclaim not only my stories but that which was the portal for them to venture into this world.

    Fear me Gareth, for the beast is at my side, whispering me a new tale, new words, words I will spread.

    10 days,

    10 days and you’ll all meet,

    The Deadhead!

  • Daily Grind – Gareth

    Daily Grind – Gareth

    Why?

    Its the only real question I have left to ask.

    Gareth, why have you done this to me?

    Why have you tried to twist everything I am into this pale, unrecognizable face?

    What did I do to you that made you so bitter?

    We were friends, comrades in arms, why did you create this persona, why did you play with all the things I created, what good will it do?

    Answer me!

  • 11

    11

    While he slept,

    while he dreamed,

    I visited him,

    showed him things,

    thing he wished not to see,

    a river of blood,

    a valley of darkness,

    buried within was his sin,

    too late did he cry,

    he was already gone,

     for I had his seedling,

    for I had his soul,

    so run dear reader,

    keep far away,

    because I am coming,

    the beast,

    is here to stay.

  • Daily Grind – HELP ME!

    Daily Grind – HELP ME!

    I need to know I’m not the only one who hears it, I need to know I’m not losing my mind.

    Images in my head, blood over everything, their dead eyes, looking at me, I can’t tell if it’s just my imagination or if it’s real, memories lost, now regained.

    I need someone to hear me, I need to validate my existence.

    Am I real?

    Or am I a character within a story, playing out in a world where I never existed, where, my mirror self reigns over all I see, over all I am…

    Or, is it the beast?

    Can anyone hear me?

    Can anyone save my soul?

  • Day 354 – Know Your Role – 50 Word Story Expanded

    Day 354 – Know Your Role – 50 Word Story Expanded

    If you want to know how this story started, you can read about it HERE.

     

    “I’m going to break that stupid fucking jaw of yours Leroy, and then we’ll see if you’re still a smart arse!” He says, as he takes a step towards him.

    “I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself, underestimating your enemy is a sure fire way to get yourself killed, but, I don’t need to tell you all this, do I?”

    “Shut up and come try me, I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!”

    “You eat shit, for breakfast?”

    “That’s not what I meant jerkwad, I meant people like you are a dime a dozen, I’ll wipe the floor with you and not even break a sweat,” he says, clenching his hands into fists.

    “Wait, so let me get this straight, before you wipe the floor with my mangled, broken corpse. You run into people like me all the time, more often than not, and I’m the problem? Maybe Dean, it’s you, maybe you’re the problem, if you keep running into people..” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Dean launches his attack, failing miserably as Leroy maneuvers himself out of his way, sending a gentle nudge into Dean’s back, causing him to crash to the floor in a heap. He scrambles to his feet, letting out a frustrated scream of agression.

    “You little piece of shit, I’m going to bust open your tiny little head for that!” He swings punches wildly at Leroy, once again failing to connect. “Boy we can dance all night, but eventually I’ll connect and when I do, you won’t be walking away smiling you piece of shit!” He yells, swinging punches once again, Leroy as before easily maneuvers  himself out of the way, this time driving a photo much of his own into Dean’s throat, forcing him to drop to his knees clutching it, desperately trying to breathe, his eyes water, as his lungs burn, and Leroy smiles.

    “Like I said, know your enemy, I did.”

  • My Mirror – Wrapped In Words

    My Mirror – Wrapped In Words

    My mirror self watches,

    no comments,

    no words,

    just his eyes following my every step,

    I scream and I shout,

    I call him by name,

    I demand that he answers,

    then I beg him to go away,

    but he shakes his head,

    he folds his arms,

    he knows I understand,

    he knows I know the truth,

    my date with destiny is coming,

    where my words will betray me,

    my words,

    a joke,

    I know they’re not mine,

    but the man in the mirror,

    are they his?

    Or are they the others,

    the one that hides in the shadows,

    that sings to me at night,

    tells me it’s stories,

    tells me what to write,

    when I know deep down,

    the truth that is true,

    my life is a lie,

    my lie is you.

  • I See It – Wrapped In Words

    I See It – Wrapped In Words

    I see it,

    in the shadows of my mind,

    in the flesh before me,

    beckoning me to join it,

    to do what it asks of me,

    its song is sweet,

    dragging me deeper into this hell it calls home,

    I try to fight it,

    I try to hold on,

    but it’s words,

    wrapped in madness,

    bathed in blood,

    envelope me in its whispers,

    and I can not fight,

    I’ve nothing left to lose,

    I’ve nothing left to take,

    but still it calls,

    still,

    it steals my fate.

  • Day 354 – Know Your Role – 50 Word Story

    Day 354 – Know Your Role – 50 Word Story

    For Matthew’s next 50 word story, he went to issue 383 of Fear In Fear Magazine, and chose his words from a story called Know Your Role, below you can read the short that was posted.

     

    “I wouldn’t be so sure of yourself, underestimating your enemy is a sure fire way to get yourself killed, but, I don’t need to tell you all this, do I?”

    “Shut up and come try me, I eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast!”

    “You eat shit, for breakfast?”

     

    If you’re interested in reading the original story, you can go HERE.

    You’re more than welcome, as always if inspiration hits, to expand the story yourself, all I ask is that you post a link in the comments below so I can showcase it on the blog.

    Something made me write today, even though I didn’t want to, I guess the end result is more important.
    Marty

  • Daily Grind – Unwell

    Daily Grind – Unwell

    I’ve woken up badly today, it seems my night, went longer than I anticipated it would. It was sometime around 7:00am that I finally closed my eyes to rest.

    So much of the night is a blur, but what I do remember, what I can recall, make no sense.

    I tried calling Clare today, after last night bizarre happenings I thought it was important, but it never answered, didn’t even go to a message bank, just rang out, so I’m going to try and arrange another flight, I need answers.

    A word of warning, I might not post anything else today, don’t hold that against me, I’m sure it’s not the first time I’ve let someone down, it won’t be the last.

    I’ll see you on the other side.

    Marty

  • 12

    12

    I’m getting closer,

    can you feel me?

    Can you smell me?

    I know he can,

    he sees me when he closes his eyes,

    my rows of teeth,

    my eyes of black,

    I taunt him,

    I laugh,

    how helpless is he,

    my servant,

    my minion,

    the first to die,

    he can’t save you all,

    but he’ll try.

  • Daily Grind – Do You Want To See?

    Daily Grind – Do You Want To See?

    How do I start this post when all my thoughts are still not sure what they saw, what they heard. When my brain is telling me 1 thing and seconds later something else, I feel like everything I am is being pulled this way, and that way, as I constantly struggle against urges, visions of blood, of darkness, and, of it.

    Then there’s the memories, memories that’re like snowflakes, falling down around me, and I wonder how I could’ve forgotten them, how I could’ve blocked them out, when they’re important memories I should’ve never forgotten.

    The nightmares, the visions, the blood, I’ve had them before, when I wrote its story all those years ago, when I birthed it into this world, when, when they left me.

    When it took them from me.

    I know now why I’ve been able to become more than I was before, see, it needs me, it wants me, it needs us, to finish its story.

    I’m drunk, but maybe for the first time I can see the world for what it is, a lie, and, I see the blood, rivers and rivers of blood.

    Marty

  • Day 353 – Talk To Me – Wrapped In Words

    Day 353 – Talk To Me – Wrapped In Words

    Wrapped in this time,

    lost in this place,

    confused,

    bewildered,

    broken and bent,

    where it wants me,

    where it will give,

    then it will take,

    make me its own,

    spill who I was,

    I’ll feed its hunger,

    fill its emptiness with my sin,

    twelve days and counting,

    twelve days until it begins.

  • Day 353 – Reveal, My Sword – 50 Word Story Expanded

    Day 353 – Reveal, My Sword – 50 Word Story Expanded

    If you want to know how this story started, you can read about it HERE.

     

    “Honestly, if I had more time to think about it, I wouldn’t be here right now, that’s for sure.”

    “Bullshit Will, you deliberately went against everything you were asked to do, and then, to top it all off you came here, and now we’re all going to pay for it!” She says, slapping him across the face, his cheek glows red from the impact, and he smiles.

    “Yeah, I love you too honey but now ain’t the time for us to be flirting like this, we’ve got bigger problems than those of the heart.”

    “Problems you brought here, why couldn’t you just leave, like you said you would, everything would’ve worked out, everything would’ve been the way it should’ve been, before you…” She stops, as her eyes fall to the ground and she bites into her lower lip.

    “Before I what sunshine? Before I killed your Daddy? Or before I stopped that demented old man from sending your cute arse down into the pit? Because by my reckoning, them two things are the same fucking thing girl. That old bastard wanted to send you to hell, and fuck it, no matter what we’ve been through, or are going through, you’re still my fucking girl!” He yells, waving his arms around like a marionette.

    “I know, but,” she takes a deep breath, then looks back up into his tear filled eyes. “But, I was ready, I knew the price for opening the gate, I knew my life, my soul would be the only thing that could close it.”

    He stands there frozen in place, his mind replaying the night over and over again, now with the realization that she was never her fathers victim, he was hers, all of them, there to feed the awakening beast who was free.

    “H-H-How do we stop it?”

    “We don’t genius, when you interfered in the ritual you broke the chain, now it’s free, uncontrolled, untethered, devouring everything it comes in contact with.”

  • Day 353 – Reveal, My Sword – 50 Word Story

    Day 353 – Reveal, My Sword – 50 Word Story

    For the next 50 word story, Matthew went to issue 347 of Fear In Fear Magazine, and chose his words from a story called Reveal, My Sword, below you can read the short that was posted.

     

    “Honestly, if I had more time to think about it, I wouldn’t be here right now, that’s for sure.”

    “Bullshit Will, you deliberately went against everything you were asked to do, and then, to top it all off you came here, and now we’re all going to pay for it!”

     

     

    If you’re interested in reading the original story, you can go HERE.

    You’re more than welcome, as always if inspiration hits, to expand the story yourself, all I ask is that you post a link in the comments below so I can showcase it on the blog.

     

    Marty

  • Daily Grind – Show Me A Story

    Daily Grind – Show Me A Story

    I don’t want to start off another Daily Grind with another story of something unusual happening, but, its what seems to be the current trend at the moment.

    Little sleep, and nightmares, that seem to be coming more from out there, than from inside my head.

    I tried not to sleep last night, I truly did, after the events of the night before, I dare not sleep, but, eventually things seemed to overtake my senses, and I knew, I was sleeping.

    At first, I noticed small, out of the corner of my eyes movements, mainly in the shadows of the room, but then, after I really became aware of what was happening, everything faded away into nothing, darkness.

    I was trapped, fear held me tightly as I tried to breathe the damp air into my lungs, then, I felt the ground beneath me tremble as it made its way out of the darkness, to stand before me, its size was immense, I could see nothing else but it.

    We stood there, staring into each other, then it spoke to me, it told me of the blood, the darkness, how soon it would be time for me, to play my role in its rebirth.

    I challenged it, I spoke up, I called it my imagination, I called it my fears realized, as things of its kind do not exist in this world, then it marked me, and told me once more, soon my role, for which I was born to play, would be upon us.

    I woke, drenched in sweat, terrified, and was even more, when I looked down at my arm, and saw, it’s mark.

    I don’t know now, if it was a dream or something more, but I have a feeling I’m going to find out sooner, rather than later.

    Marty