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Matthias Niska

Matthias Niska

living in Andover, MN
   
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TOTAL VIEWS: 472|PUBLISHED CONTENT: 10|FAVORITED BY: 0|CONTENT PRODUCER SINCE: 05/15/2007

I am a 24-year-old aspiring writer from Andover, MN. My main writing interest is fiction, especially character-driven, Christian-oriented novels and short stories, but I've also been trying my hand at poetry recently.

Education/Experience: B.A., Music Education, History -- Concordia College, Moorhead MN (2004)

Interests: reading, writing, singing, classical music, music history, European history, baseball, classic films, dogs, ethnic food

Affiliations: Minnesota Christian Writers' Guild, Concordia College, Minnesota Twins

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I got the idea for this little poem yesterday while walking along the banks of the Danube River in Vienna, Austria. An exotic locale, perhaps, but a simle idea that probably could've occurred to me a...
I've read that if your purpose for writing is to get something off your chest, you probably shouldn't share it with anyone else. I'm violating that rule with this piece, because I'm confident that th...
This is a simple, Christian-themed story about a life lesson learned at a baseball game. Nothing too profound, but hopefully it's worth a few minutes' investment.
This poem was inspired by a real family at my brother's church in Chicago. I was moved by their story, and I knew I had to write about it. I don't think any more explanation is needed.
Well, here it is--the eagerly anticipated conclusion to the story. Find out where the briefcase full of money came from, and whether Jack's domestic dispute will be resolved.
Here is part one of my first serialized piece, a story about a man who is counting a mysterious briefcase full of large bills when a newcomer makes an unexpected entrance...
How many zillion poems have been written about springtime? Well, there's always room for one more, right?
This is a little poem about something I observed while taking the dog out to go to the bathroom a couple of weeks ago. Sometimes the simplest everyday phenomena can teach us the most profound lessons...
Have you ever thought about the different ways we perceive these little yelloe quasi-flowers? Or how they might perceive us? Here's a little poem I wrote the other day about this weighty and controv...
Maura is "hit on" by a stranger as she stands in line to pay for her groceries at the supermarket. Or does she have his motives all wrong?