Samantha Elizabeth
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just sharing what's in my brain (:
fact or fiction, all of these stories are written in hopes that they find the people they need to find.. that they can give voice to something inside of you that maybe you couldn't quite say yourself.
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Dogs, Dragons, and Damsels in Distress
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. They started patrolling these parts After. You know, like the cliche “protecting the peace” dragon duty. Or maybe you don’t know how those fire-breathers roll… in which case I won’t skip the details. They’re actually incredibly sweet beasts. They just have no space for lawlessness. Where I’d bark to say something was off, they may end up burning an entire village to dust. True deliverers of justice.
By Samantha Elizabeth4 years ago in Fiction
Social Sobriety
I am recovering... from social media addiction. There, I said it. Outed myself. Admittance is the first step, right? ..errr, is it acceptance? I should definitely brush up on that one. Whatever the real phrase is, it has to do with awareness of the problem. And the immense amount I had to have of this situation to fix it.
By Samantha Elizabeth4 years ago in Confessions
Repaving Memory Lane
Everyone says that time heals all wounds. Maybe that's true.. but can it render all things forgiven and forgotten? Can the remnants of a soured experience be sweetened with enough fermentation? A set reaction rate discovered by years of practice and refinement. Long forgotten in the modern world. There has to be a duration of minutes that would do the trick.
By Samantha Elizabeth4 years ago in Fiction
The Pressure to be Perfect
I felt the pressure to be perfect my entire life. Growing up, this unrealistic expectation squeezed me from all sides. Compressing me into the all-around, all-American girl. A shiny, unattainable gem. Forged in the fires of societal and parental expectation.
By Samantha Elizabeth4 years ago in Motivation
Where the Compass Leads
The dog days were being tamed by the sharp crack of the semester’s whip. Hastily. The long, lazy sun soaked days felt like distant memories. Replaced with the shorter, chillier autumn evenings, almost overnight. Gone were the mornings filled with nothing but an iced latte and making plans for what beach to hit up. Here were the not-enough-hour-days of barely enough sleep, supported by coffee IVs.
By Samantha Elizabeth4 years ago in Horror
an open letter to the coffee I left on the counter. Top Story - October 2021.
I am truly, deeply sorry for leaving you like that. I would understand if you could never forgive me. I abandoned you… half empty, but so full of promises. As I am realizing the error of my ways, it feels only right to speak my peace. To mend what can be healed of this heartbreak. For surely, it is mutual.
By Samantha Elizabeth4 years ago in Feast
A Walk in the Woods
The only place she felt at peace was in the woods. When the world started to feel too overwhelming, and chaos seemed to be the only headlines, she’d take a walk. She had moved out of the city a few years ago. The goal was to get away from it all, figure out what Thoreau was raving about, and bring some of that back to society. He was really onto something, but how could that exist in a concrete jungle? she mused.
By Samantha Elizabeth4 years ago in Humans
