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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I am wearing one of your socks
snow creaks under my work boots there must be a hole in the sole of the left because there’s a wet feeling on one toe flakes drift down in clumps and the poor birds are fluffing their feathers against the cold
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
The First Frost of 2094
One hundred years ago, did we know The frosts were an endangered species? Well, we were just kids. But Yeah I suppose we did know…
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Ice Wine and Wild Raisins
Twenty three degrees eff And the wild raisins are looking frosty Shriveled and shivered Their tender insides are crucified by
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Thanks to my incredible Mom
Mom, you're a life saver. I've said this before, but it bears repeating: thank you. You're sacrificing more than I can ever repay or even feel comfortable with. And a public "thank you" really doesn't go far enough. But here it is.
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Humans
Thanks to my awesome kiddo
Raphy! YOU are an incredible son, and I'm so proud to be your dad. I'm thankful that you're my kid. I love your sense of humor. I love how you love science and animals and creativity. I love how intelligent and imaginative you are. I love how generous and kind hearted you are. I love how at the age of ten you're a cooler dude than I've ever been!
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Humans
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