: About Me

Matthew J. Faith
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Welcome to my world.
I live for words, they are what separates us from the beasts.
James Douglas Morrison is an inspiration, "Words got me the wound and will get me well, if you believe it."
an exerpt from "An American Prayer".

Above all I'm a father and a Grand-father.
My angel is my special needs son named Samuel. He is my constant motivation to try to understand the world around me. He has taught me patience and unconditional love.
I also have three daughters and two wonderful grandsons.

Belive in yourself and Pray for those less fortunate.
Try to treat others like you would want to be treated and the world will be a better place. I never say that,or do I?

Keep the Faith!

My passion is ...

to write and publish a book

I know too much about ...

Nothing and not enough about anything.....

My parents always told me ...

They didn't teach me anything I can remember, is probably why I'm a cynical old man.

My childhood ambition ...

to grow old, with dignity.

My favorite memory ...

The 1960 Pittsburgh Pirates were friends of my family and I spent a year admiring what turns out to be the greatest "heros" Ill ever have the pleasure of meeting.

Why I write ...

I write to get thing from my soul the world may enjoy

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I'm listening to the words to "American Prayer" by the Doors

My first job ...

I sold newspapers on the corner for 10 cents during the week and fishing permits at a pay lake on the weekends

My best moment ...

My Special needs son's birth, he is my angel sent from the heavens to save my soul,

My inspiration ...

all the writers who have come before me, especially James Douglas Morrison, Poet laureat

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Love at first sight

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Sammy was sitting on the wall in front of the local fire hall like he had done a thousand times before to brood. On this particularly brisk, late October day just before sunset, this day would be much different from all the others in his God forsaken life but at this moment he had no idea why.  Sammy had become a miserable cuss of a man full of melancholy and morose thoughts.  Why should today be any different as lately they all seemed to be the same? This wretchedness he lived had come to be commonplace and he just accepted that it would never change. An olde...

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