Samantha Buttery
Bio
I am a 20 something poet and indie film director from a mining town in Northern Ontario. I also dabble in short stories, screenplays, radio dramas, and plays. I am forever seeking to expand my artistic horizons.
Stories (2/0)
The Edge of the World:
Inspiration is not a guest that you invite to dinner. It is not a reliable friend you can count on when you need it most. Inspiration is not the type you introduce to your parents as your trusted partner. No. Inspiration is a fickle lover. An illustrious, delicious, ever flighty vagabond. It goes where it pleases and does not beg you to follow, however, you will. You cannot help but want to be along for the ride. Inspiration demands to be chased. A lustful, romantic, desire – oh how we peruse it all our lives! Therefore, I would not wait for inspiration to find me. The purpose of my solo trip would be to find it. I would at first think. Some may consider me a fool but where lust is present, so is foolhardiness. They say love is what makes you blind. Quite frankly it is my firm belief that, while this is true, it is even more true of lust – and by association – of inspiration.
By Samantha Buttery3 years ago in Wander
Mystery Loves Company.
Death. That was the only word to describe the odor seeping through the walls of my apartment. I had had problems with mice just months before. The building is old, and many a crack and cranny adorned its structure. This in mind, mice in the apartment was a common occurrence, despite my best efforts in sealing possible holes and laying traps. It made sense to assume that this stench was emanating from a deceased rodent in the confines of the dividing wall between my kitchen and the outer hallway. It was so pungent, that it began to creep under my door and wafted into my living quarters.
By Samantha Buttery3 years ago in Humans
