Sam Spinelli

Joined January 2022

333 stories

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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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Rabid. Content Warning.
Father Thomas wakes from the nightmare and knows it was not a dream at all, because he is surrounded. There is the sound of flies buzzing, their nagging wings are drills and needles to his aching mind.
By Sam Spinelli2 months ago in Fiction
Coyote-man
Toby sticks to himself It's not because he's shy He is shy But that’s not The reason why Toby sticks to himself? He's a loner
By Sam Spinelli2 months ago in Poets
Earth's apoptosis
Isn’t it wild to think How we’re just water and carbon and some other little pieces But how all those little pieces came from
By Sam Spinelli2 months ago in Poets
If I could be a different animal . Top Story - November 2025.
I wanted claws and strength And ruggedness And freedom I sure as hell did NOT want to be human I could have practiced my howl
By Sam Spinelli2 months ago in Poets
In formation . Winner in The Sound of First Frost Challenge.
When the temperature plummets The wild ones settle down Those in flight lose their momentum, they seek a place to land and regroup
By Sam Spinelli2 months ago in Poets
Dreaming in Parallel. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
He does not believe in love at first sight… But when he sees her, he becomes trapped in time, like a fly in amber resin. And he feels exactly as low as an insect.
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Fiction
Lament of Toilet Bowls
O, Toilet Bowl, why do you make me suffer? I sat to pee and felt a chill, much colder than sin I holler for grief, my larynx needs a muffler
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Poets
Homeless
A few weeks ago a homeless man offered me some food Sandwiches, still wrapped Still cold Fresh from the deli They looked good
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Poets
Poor Black Cat . Content Warning.
I saw you Feral cat You’d gotten your neck and paw clamped in some device I saw blood, matting your glossy black fur I wanted to help
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Poets
We don’t want him!
Musk sat under his basking lamp and moaned. He clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth. He hissed. “I just wanna go home!”
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Fiction
"Do Your Worst!" unofficial challenge winners!. Top Story - October 2025.
Last month I hosted an unofficial writing challenge, prompting any fellow writers to craft a playlist of intolerable music. I was looking for recs that would make me suffer.
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Writers
Chefs to the Death
The votes are in, and…. CHEF JEN’S ELIMINATED! Next round, Jen tartare.
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Poets