Sam Spinelli

Joined January 2022

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

Help me write better! Critical feedback is welcome :)

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Lean Into It, Chapter 1: The DSP
“The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I know because—” she leans forward, whispers conspiratorially, “I’m her. The Queen is me.”
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
A Field of Gems
I wake and exhale and watch the steam curl from your mouth Like dragon smoke, it clouds the ceiling of our shitty tent The rising sun dips everything in gold
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Treasures . Top Story - November 2024.
She has a battered treasure box that she keeps under her bed with pieces of the memories that swirl in her head A bit here, a scrap there
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Horror
Suspension of Disbelief
My windshield wipers just stuttered And I thought that was strange They stopped mid swipe then I looked around and saw
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Mr. Backlash
When Mr. Backlash was just a little boy, he didn’t know what he wanted to be. Other than powerful, respected, and RICH. He let other little boys watch as he bossed around his parents’ gardeners, cooks, drivers, and maids….
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in The Swamp
Creatorzoned
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The lakes sank into the earth, and the springs in the mountains spat out nothing but dust.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Fiction
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