Conor Matthews
Bio
Writer. Opinions are my own. https://ko-fi.com/conormatthews
Stories (206)
Filter by community
Why I'm Not Worried About AI. Top Story - June 2025.
Entering our third year of a post-AI world seems to have done little to dampen the hype around it. Buzzword or not, it’s hard to ignore the vigour in which tech is determined to crown itself the new feudal lord, constantly banging the marching drum of progress to the beat of enforced adoption. As a creative, I’m just as aware of the encroachment of AI, threatening the livelihood of artists, musicians, and writers.
By Conor Matthews7 months ago in Writers
The First Date. Top Story - June 2025.
“What did you say?” It was then that Paul realised he had no idea what he had said. In fact, he did not know what he’s been saying for the past month. Paul, like many others in the near future, had opted to receive an AI chip brain implant. Thanks to the wonders of modern science and rampant capitalism, tech companies, BrainWave Solutions in Paul’s case, for a small fee of only a couple thousand euros can implant a chip in your brain to do your thinking for you. Usually these chips focus on specific mental faculties. One type can make you fluent in Japanese within seconds. Another can give trainee pilots forty years of flight experience. But Paul, who has struggled with women for the last thirty years of his forty-six years on this Earth, opted for the Casanova 2.1.1; the dating chip.
By Conor Matthews8 months ago in Fiction
Her County: Finale
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 The mouth of the wooden cathedral gaped as the thick, dark oak doors parted, pulled aside of their own accord as I stood upon the threshold. I looked from the hollow, dark depths of the entrance hall, swallowing what little moonlight was cast upon my back, to the heights of the edifice, bulging and buckling under its own mighty weight, with three large and open circular shutters. Unsure, I turned around to Meabh and the others, still by the fire, watching me. Their unblinking eyes stirred a twinge of unease in my chest, but they didn't appear apprehensive, nor glowering. It was more out of fascination, as though I was about to do something extraordinary. I returned to the opening, reminding myself what was at stake, and stepped into the shallow, dim island of light.
By Conor Matthews8 months ago in Chapters
Her County: Part 4
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 I had been running for some time before exhaustion overcame me. Every time I whipped around, looking behind me to the blackened woods, my eyes were haunted by the lingering imprint of those wide, hollow pupils, etched into my mind. I slowed, coming to an overgrowth, falling onto my hands and knees, laboriously heaving straining breaths. My elbows buckled with each inhale, quaking threateningly with every hot sigh, like some retching animal. My eyes stung as I forced them open, quickly realising every blink brought back that horrid face, hiding in the darkness of my eyelids. The jagged and harsh menagerie of splintered twigs, damp moss, and dirt sprinkled rocks were a hazy blur in my sight.
By Conor Matthews8 months ago in Chapters
