Sam Spinelli

Joined January 2022

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Trying to make real art the best I can, never Ai!

Help me write better! Critical feedback is welcome :)

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Disunity, Chapter 1: The Chickenshit River . Content Warning.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. It ran backwards because it was total chicken shit. A coward till the end, where we weren’t… well, I guess we were cowards, but only cowards for… well, a very long time actually.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
Niche, Chapter 1
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Well, backwards was its final course. Before that, the river fell into the sky.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
Earthrise
There is no sky here There is nothing but the void To greet the Earthrise
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Lo! High
Sky’s too high to touch But lo! a flying toddler Grabs it anyway
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
The bent man
The odd man who’s spent His whole life burdened and bent Asks where the sky went
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Powerless
suffering children won't God heal them? No, God can't but the skies can rain *** Authors note: Consciously, I tend to be more agnostic these days, but there are times when I instinctively lean towards belief in a higher power.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Halloween
Hark! Shrieks on the wind! I hear witches and goblins In the sky tonight
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
a campfire story
“There was only one rule: don’t open the door—” Mark lets out a loud groan. “Come on Pete, no more stories.” Peter’s grin flickers in the firelight. “You scared, pussy?”
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Horror
Resurgence, or, Little White Nosed Brown Bat. Runner-Up Sky-ku Challenge.
I used to see you. Little Bats, slicing the sky. Will you come back? Please? https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Little_Brown_Bat_White_Nose_Syndrome_(6165874373).jpg
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Foreign “Aid”
a broken man cries and it was my taxes that shattered his blue skies *** Authors note. I wrote this for the sky-ku challenge, thinking about how drastically different the skies and prospects look between people living in various parts of the world.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
No more sky
where has the sky gone? i’ve looked down so long, my eyes… are stuck in the dirt
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Change
Will the clouds roll on in the long morrow, when We are all forgotten?
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets