
Matthew J. Fromm
Bio
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
I can be reached at [email protected]
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Damned Souls. Top Story - April 2025.
“Come, and see.” Herod tasted ash. It was a dream, surely. It had to be. And yet…the heat from the columns of fire burned his skin as though they truly raged besides him. He turned and twisted against the summons, willing himself to look anywhere but toward the gruesome dance before him.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 months ago in Art
A Moment On My Soapbox. Runner-Up in Self-Editing Epiphany Challenge.
Pulls out soapbox. History never repeats itself, but it loves playing a good cover. When we cease to understand, and only imitate, we doom ourselves and others into repeating the same chords, the same notes, eventually writing off a cover as a different song entirely.
By Matthew J. Fromm12 months ago in Critique
A Truly Great Night. Top Story - March 2025. Content Warning.
Ingrid sat in darkness, belly full, beside her husband Klaus, immaculately dressed in his best gray suit. Below her, a wonderful clarinet soloist finished her Rondo, center stage. Ingrid’s playbill identified the piece as Mozart’s Clarinet Concerto in A Major. Klaus tapped his fingers in time with the strings, and in that moment she was happy. Things were turning around. Not so long ago, they’d had to scrape for food. Now with continued promises of economic turnaround, they could enjoy a dinner with wine followed by the orchestra.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
One Day In November
Dallas in the 60’s was an odd place: big hats, bigger guns, bigger egos. It was the type of place no one looked twice if you looked out of time, and Special Operator Andrew Vogel looked distinctly out of time–which of course, he was with his anti-matter rifle and sleek black jumpsuit. Luckily, the fifth floor of the Texas School Book Depository was as vacant as it was every time the Russians tried to meddle with this event.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction






