Sam Vela

Joined June 2021

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Bio

High Chief Creative Writer and Editer of the Magic Man fiction writers club of Texas. Self appointed and self initiated!

++ to never forget a desire for music, but to forget a career in accounting++

Stories (15/0)

Immaculate
Eat of the cymbals, drink of the drum. Celestial mystics, force a kingdom come. Libation falls, deliver cosmic troth. Immaculate sons, silent mother hands her cloth.
By Sam Vela19 days ago in Poets
Lucy Fur
"We, Mysterious initiates. Perpetual night, obliterates". Embraced red and the hour was long. An ancient song. No offering but a mad-horse dragging them along.
By Sam Vela6 months ago in Horror
Ode To A Bokken
Broken Bokken, tattered and torn. Disastrous swings, forever thine warn. Taped to the tip in electric red. Concealing memories, now dead.
By Sam Vela9 months ago in Poets
Moon Drinker, Sun Eater
Drag, The Pain And Sow Cut, The Pang We know Sip, The Moon Dead Eat, The Sun Bled Fool, The Ones We Knew Eden, The Warm Brew
By Sam Vela9 months ago in Poets
Desperate Devil
Desperate Devils Deviled Dregs Divined Daggers Driving Deeper Deserving Death Dead, Dying Dogma
By Sam Velaabout a year ago in Poets
Speak Black Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. “Speak Black Mirror. Inch Nearer”. “…is this a simple playful riddle? Or is it an invitation to gaze beyond the mirror?”
By Sam Velaabout a year ago in Horror
Bucket Of Blood
A Bucket of Blood... Full of bright electric red, time cuts it again. —Sam Vela
By Sam Velaabout a year ago in Poets
Double Cross The Devil
Mysterious initiate. Perpetual night, obliterate. Embraced red and the hour was long. An ancient song. No offering but a mad-horse dragging me along.
By Sam Velaabout a year ago in Poets
Spaces Between
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. As luck pervaded, it was 4:44 in the morning, on a dark and rainy night somewhere in Edinburgh. Yet another Magnificent echo of a city, buried in absolute stoned plasma and mud, immaculate. Yet another scene of horror. Was it 1894 or 4044 A.R (After Reset)? The thought didn’t resonate anymore. Nor did it matter. None remembered the ‘when’, or the ‘how’. All left were remnants of a muddied social control, or seekers of vengeance through fire and flood.
By Sam Vela2 years ago in Futurism
Tales to Stoke A Great Smoke
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." Spoken gravely from an old man they just met but 13 minutes past. It was eerily said and meant as a warning to his newly met travelers.
By Sam Vela2 years ago in Horror
Mr. Physics
At the time he must have been somewhat 26. A teacher of high school physics. Assuredly happily married to another young 20 something lass, with desires for the basics, as he.
By Sam Vela2 years ago in Education
The Snake and The Owl
“Here it be spoken through the London Fog. I be here, standing amongst the death of a thousand worlds, and cleared rubble, keeping a log. I call forth to a thousand more. A champion must exist. A Sum aligned to 200 years past or future. Where is he that standeth mightily allured, facing the Golden and Silver Gates of Time and Space?”
By Sam Vela2 years ago in Fiction

Sam Vela

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Immaculate

Lucy Fur

Ode To A Bokken

Moon Drinker, Sun Eater

Desperate Devil

Speak Black Mirror

Bucket Of Blood

Double Cross The Devil

Spaces Between

Tales to Stoke A Great Smoke

Mr. Physics

The Snake and The Owl

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