Matty Caff Comics are created by me. Each comic is a stand alone mini story. I only use AI to create the image I imagine first. 95% of making the comic is manual. The comics range from complete fantasy to absolutely true stories from my past.

Comment if you like them, would like me to create your ideas, or even constructive criticism. But I have to admit I'm a bit disappointed by the lack of comments after over 470 posted comics.

Ethan Martin and his mother live a simple life in a small Southern town... with a twist: She makes dresses to pay the bills and he helps out as best he can.
 

“Emily” goes on a date with the scariest guy in town. How will it end?
 

It did not take a lot of persuasion for Trish to accept Dido’s offer to share her home for the remainder of their time as students. Now that Trish knew all about Dido’s very chequered history and they had the beginnings of a relationship that was turning out to be more than just good friends, all the awkwardness of the first year between them was a thing of the past.

Matty Caff Comics are created by me. Each comic is a stand alone mini story. I only use AI to create the image I imagine first. 95% of making the comic is manual. The comics range from complete fantasy to absolutely true stories from my past.

Comment if you like them, would like me to create your ideas, or even constructive criticism. But I have to admit I'm a bit disappointed by the lack of comments after over 470 posted comics.

The bruised sky had bled into a deep, inky black, but the sliver of light Melanie had offered me still glowed, a warm ember in the cavern of my chest. Nationals. My heart thrummed a new rhythm against my ribs, a chaotic samba of fear and exhilaration.

Morning brought with it a crisp chill, but the air in my room felt charged, electric. I peeled off the nightgown, a strange reluctance clinging to my fingers. For a moment, I stood before the mirror, just Michael, pale and unremarkable. Then, a new impulse took hold.

Chapter 6

I must have been exhausted from the day, as I slept well until I woke needing a pee. It took me a while to get out of bed, as the nightie had become twisted around my legs, but I managed to get into the bathroom without exploding. I sat on the seat in an automatic movement, even though I wasn’t wearing the special pants. Margaret came in from the other door as I was finishing.

Author's Note

At a visit to a sex therapist, Henry finds out that his wife has some surprising ideas on how to improve their sex life.

Chapter Eight

The late afternoon sun hung low, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement as Eric Whitmore walked home from school. His slight frame and delicate features—long lashes framing gray eyes—drew stares, as they always did. At thirteen, he was used to the whispers, the assumptions, but they still stung like salt in an open wound.

Chapter 51: Cabin in the Mountains

The house had felt too quiet that morning. Every footstep echoed in the hallway, the silence heavy and unyielding, as if the walls themselves mourned the absence left behind. Shadows lingered in the corners, and even the morning light seemed reluctant to touch the spaces where laughter used to live.

Resume