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Samuel Minniefield
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Stories (3/0)
The Botanist
Once upon an ever-living age, there was a botanist hidden far within the Muir Woods above a city carved into the hillsides. She had adopted recluse ideals becoming a cast away by choice. To her the city was tiresome and silly, people had left nature behind to focus on what made them feel alive, not what kept them alive. So she threw herself head first into her work, becoming acquainted with every plant she could.
By Samuel Minniefield2 years ago in Fiction
The Drowsy Cub Who Yearned For Slumber
The trees wept a certain dew on the mornings Huey’s mom barged into his room yelling about leaving in time so she would make it to work. “This is the last time I’m going to tell you. Get up!” Her stomps roared against the wood floors as she walked back to the kitchen repeating her words until they rippled away.
By Samuel Minniefield3 years ago in Fiction
Lincoln of the Zig Zag Boondocks
Where the upper-middle class suburbs and the gloomy stacks of the industrial complexes met laid Lincoln. He kept his head cradled in the rough canvas of his backpack as the shadow of the tree he was under slowly disappeared into the darkness of approaching dusk. He was waiting for nightfall; the brightening headlights of passing cars let him know it was coming soon. He didn’t want to go home so he stayed outside. Given he had just recently graduated high-school and relinquished the option of college he stayed out, giving his mom the illusion he was doing something with his life.
By Samuel Minniefield3 years ago in Humans