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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Hey Universe, How ya doing? I'm sure things are cosmic, that is to say... beyond me. And I know I'm just a little handful of dust, in the grand scheme of things-- I'm only one among billions of conscious humans, and we're each only here for a flash.... So, I mean, I get it.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Humans
Unofficial challenge: Do Your Worst! (unbearable music recs)
Hello friends! As a music lover, I must confess…. Some music just really, really, REALLY… sucks. I know this is only subjective, but:
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Writers
The Third Man Factor
The sun bakes us, and we try not to moan. We try not to do anything, for even opening our mouths costs precious moisture. The dunes shimmer, there is no breeze.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Fiction
Blood Fatigue
My muscles are ragged Threadbare My bones are heavy with dust And my skin is brittle, Dry and torn from too much stretching
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
Superstar
June, 2075, in the SETI research a facility, at the Allen Telescope Array, Hat Creek, California: “Hey Jeremy, do me a favor, read this data for me. I need a second pair of eyes.”
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost Collector. Content Warning.
Your first date isn’t going well. The food is great but you can't enjoy it because this guy is just too much. His eyes make you feel uncomfortable, he’s not yelling or raising his voice but he just seems too intense.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Fiction
Darling Little Uglies . Top Story - August 2025.
He wakes to see nothing— he feels nothing. But he smells the shore and he can hear the waves and then, bewildered, he tries to move.
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Fiction
An open letter to all scumbags. Content Warning.
This is a message to all the scumbags of the earth To all the people who treat other people like dirt: I wish ya well, ya nasty cunts
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
My Earliest Memories, Part 4:
We were watching the Simpsons My parents and me All wedged into the couch in the house on Pert I didn’t get the jokes but I loved their laughter
By Sam Spinelli7 months ago in Poets
My Earliest Memories, Part 3:
It was back when we lived in the trailer In the woods (our second home) Mom worked Dad stayed with us I remember him asking me if I had a wet diaper
By Sam Spinelli7 months ago in Poets
My Earliest Memories, Part 2:. Runner-Up in This Is How I Remember It Challenge.
I remember my mom Or my dad Or maybe both? Probably not both, they hated eachother by then I remember My mom or my dad or probably-not-both
By Sam Spinelli7 months ago in Poets
My Earliest Memories, Part 1:
The house on Pert Avenue We moved out before I turned three I remember the place cuz it was special to me I remember our puppy,
By Sam Spinelli7 months ago in Poets