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A deep unease settled within Sam’s core, breaths of moistened air gasped and stolen more than they were indulged and savored. He sauntered, hands shoved deep in his pockets, on grass lined pavement, where blades lay sharp and overgrown. They then peeked out of their confines and joined him there, out on the sidewalk, bringing company to early morning solitude.
Perhaps that is why he enjoyed the manor’s outskirts, he mused, bottom lip worried between his teeth. These areas, so raw and unfiltered, thrived free from attentive staff and uniformity and pesky shears. Mr. Lamb would have a fit about it, no doubt, but it was during those very fleeting, stolen moments that Sam truly came to life.
In which Sam Bourbon thinks. That's never good.
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The collision occurred on an exceptionally brisk winter evening, the sun long fallen and the wet eager to take its place. Up in the sky was a deep blue gradient, the clouds painted out from their canvas in a faded black. Florian stood before a desolate cabin, the rays of warmth shining through frosted windows and onto a shaded face. In one hand, a rosary, hidden snug within his pocket. The other, a letter, addressed to his home directly.
‘Holy Mary, Mother of God,’
Florian’s hand raised, a tightened grip crinkling the letter, ghosting the wood of the door. His breath came out in slowed, visible puffs.
‘Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.’
Then, he knocked. A gentle, rhythmic rap of reddened knuckles.
‘Amen.’
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- Part 1 of Drabbles/Writing Exercise
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Lightly edited, less polished and less serious writing projects. May have grammatical/spelling errors, are clunky or poorly written.
These are solely for me to continue exercising my craft and practicing. If everything I made had to be polished and perfect I would explode. Kaboom
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Sam and Demi were never very religious, but as kids growing up with a conservative mother, it was one of the few times a year their family could seem normal. The passive-aggressive remarks would fade away, and they'd laugh and joke. But these past few years, Demi hardly felt like celebrating. At least not without Sam. Maybe she wouldn't put up the tree-... who's knocking at the door?
Bookmarked by Metaphorically
25 Dec 2025
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i thought i saw your face today, i just turned my head away by fagharveydent
Fandoms: 第五人格 | Identity V (Video Game)
12 Dec 2025
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He'd seen the world in varying forms but he can't help but return to Sam's dedication, it’s the closest he's ever gotten to something so permanent. Either it be women, fellow sea men or even his own father—he had his own tendency to get antsy in the mindless cycle of being tied to another.
He's not tied to Sam, Sam groans and scolds him whenever he drinks too much, he doesn't have a complaint of the weeks carrying Jose absence and he never indulges in any of Jose tall tales. Yet, Sam seems to be the sole constant in his own life, like the sand to the sea, always there when the waves come rolling in.
Waves clashing against the shore, he's not sure if he returns for Sam or for his own natural urge to go forward.
Bookmarked by Metaphorically
18 Dec 2025
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A MUST read! SamJose perfection, the pinnacle of their dynamic.