{Sam's Dumping Grounds}

[sammmy]

Word Count: 1,199
Other: I don't think this one is as sad as usual and it doesn't actually include the prompt as a line but it's based off of it so here you go! c:


I’m not sure why certain things are associated with calm. That’s always seemed odd to me. How does the human brain decide what’s calm, what’s pretty, what’s beautiful, what’s sad, what’s happy? It doesn’t make any sense to me. None at all. The fact that one specific scenario can always convey a feeling of calm? Unrealistic. Not for every one. There’s always one person at least that that scenario isn’t calm for. Doesn’t matter why it’s not calm. Not really in the long run, but that scenario is ruined for that person. Ruined forever. And that doesn’t seem fair. Why should it be fair that it’s a wonderful scene for one human mind and not for all of them? It’s absurd!

What do you mean what happened to me? Nothing happened to me. I’m simply speaking theoretically.

Of course I can speak theoretically without first hand experience what I’m theorizing! That’s what theories are!

Look up the definition! That’s totally what a theory is.

Fine. You’re right. You really want to know?

Are you sure?

Fine. Ok. Yes I’ll tell you, but it’s stupid and you have to promise you’re not going to tell another soul. Promise?

Ok...it was a cold December night. You know those nights when it’s cold but not freezing, just refreshing? You know when it’s dark out but snow is falling in big white chunks and somehow it seems like the world is simultaneously falling apart and being put together all at once? When there’s snow covering all the grass but it’s not knee deep? When you’re outside just staring up at the sky feeling so perfectly alone even when you’re not alone at all? It was one of those nights. A night when I was perfectly warm and not too cold. My hat was cozy, my mittens were warm, and my coat was soft. And he was there.

Yes you do know him. Just think.

Yeah. Him.

I was with him. We had been playing in a field in the snow, goofing off as the flakes crumbled down around us. We made a pitiful snowman, started a snowball war over something stupid, in which had ended with me falling into him and us both laying in the snow, freezing, but somehow not cold at all.

He had his arms wrapped around me, keeping in the little heat I had and hugging me close, as we stared up into the winter’s night and allowed the snowflakes to bite our faces as they landed, melting instantly on the heat of our cheeks.

We were both breathing heavily after our all out war, and I watched as our breaths hung in the air, holding onto life just a little bit longer than they should have.

His chin was resting on my head, and everything was perfect. Everything in that exact moment was perfect. I wish I could have lived in that moment for the rest of my life. I wish I never had to leave that moment, never have it passed, and if anyone gave me one chance to go back in time, I would go back to that second. The second where my entire life just melted into the back of my mind and all I could think about was how perfect this was. How perfect HE was. But then he said it. He had to say it.

“I love you.”

Three words.

That’s it. Three simple little words. Three stupid little words that made my world crumble apart. Made the perfect moment fall into dust like it had been a house of cards that someone blew on.

“...what?” I responded.

I know. What a horrible way to respond. I beat myself up everyday. Every single day, for uttering that reply. I couldn’t have thought of something, ANYTHING, better to say.

“I said I love you.” He stated again.

Clearly, confidently.

I didn’t say anything this time. It took him a minute to talk again.

“Did you hear me? Don’t you have anything to say?” He pulled away so he could look me in the face.

I didn’t look at him. I kept looking at the snow falling, but I knew that he would be seeing the tears that unwillingly fell down my cheeks, slowly. Hesitantly.

“You do love me don’t you?” His voice caught.

He was hurt. No, heartbroken. I looked at him then.

Tears that replicated my own had started down his face. His expression was frozen in a spasm of pain. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I couldn’t say it. No matter how hard I willed myself to say it, willed myself to utter three stupid little words, they wouldn’t come out. I’m sure that within a month, a week, maybe even just a day or two, I would have been able to say it. Say it, and mean it. But not that day. That day I wasn’t ready and I hated myself for not being ready, but I couldn’t change it even if I had wanted to.

“I-I-“ I was going to say it. Really I was, but instead all that came out was a pathetic “I'm sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” He had pulled away completely, was even standing up, and I just stared at him with dumb desperation.

Desperation for him not to leave, but knowing he was going to. No matter what I did. I wasn’t going to be able to stop him. So I didn’t even try.

“You know what? Forget it! Just- forget it.” He turned his back.

I wanted to get up, run after him. Kiss him. Tell him I was sorry and that I did love him, really I did. I wanted it to play out like a movie scene, after all the moment prior had felt so much like it came from a script. But I didn’t get up. I didn’t run after him. I didn’t kiss him, or tell him I loved him, because this wasn’t a movie. And as much as I wanted to, as much as I felt like I needed to, I didn’t love him. Not quite. But that was ok.

It wasn’t ok at the time, trust me. I spent night after night up crying, wishing I had just said it. Even if I hadn’t meant it, I should’ve said it so he stayed, but I don’t regret not saying it. Because I wanted to mean it. I didn’t want to give him some false answer to just make him stay. It would have been wrong.

So do I regret it? Not at all. Am I upset about it? Yes. Even after all these years I’m upset. But do you know why I’m upset? Because most people, when it’s snowing late at night, they think of beauty. They think of calm. They think of a blissful loneliness. They’re happy. But me? All I can think of is a horrible night in which the loneliness wasn’t blissful, because when he left, I had to sit alone in the snow and the darkness no longer seemed calming, it seemed choking. The snow didn’t seem pretty or beautiful, it seemed to be burying me alive.

[Ranger of the North]

Well, at least she's honest XD

[blackbird.]

aw, poor guy. and poor girl too!
i guess both parties were at fault
(as most things are)
but that's just how relationships work, isn't it?
ah, the complexities of human emotions and motivations,
which you've conveyed so wonderfully in that prompt.
great job c:

[sammmy]

aw, poor guy. and poor girl too!
i guess both parties were at fault
(as most things are)
but that's just how relationships work, isn't it?
ah, the complexities of human emotions and motivations,
which you've conveyed so wonderfully in that prompt.
great job c:

Thank you very much!! <3

[sammmy]

Well, at least she's honest XD

And I mean no one died this time! xD

[Ranger of the North]

Well, at least she's honest XD

And I mean no one died this time! xD

Hahaha XD

[sammmy]

Word Count: 908
Other: Sorry that this ones shorter, and i'm not sure I like it much, but I wanted to try something a little different <3


People always say that ‘love at first sight’ exists, but what about lust at first sight? I suppose it exists, but people never talk about it with as much meaning I suppose to love at first sight. Honestly, I believe it holds just as much value. I’m not talking about just seeing a person and thinking oh wow that person is attractive, I’m talking about how the first time your lips touch another person’s, or your hands brush, or they stand just a little too close to you, there are sparks. Electricity that bounces and jumps from you to them.

I’ve experienced this only a few times in my entire life. The first time I was only 19 years old, and I was at work believe it or not.
I was working with a co-worker of mine. Slater was his name. He was a flirt, let me tell you, and one day, while we were working a normal shift, and I was getting ready to leave, we were chatting, and I called him out on it.

“It’s funny because you’d never do any of the stuff you say you’ll do.” I said, standing in front of him, challenging him.

He pressed me against the wall, leaning in so his face was only inches from mine. His hair hung in front of his face, creating a curtain between me and the outside world. You know how people say that when you’re with someone you love it’s like the world disappears? I wouldn’t say it’s like that, but it was similar. For one, I didn’t love him. That was fine. He didn’t love me either, but in that moment, when the raven’s feathers that were his hair, blocked out the outside world, we may as well have loved each other.

“What did you say to me?” He asked, a cocky grin on his face.

I hated that grin. He was so arrogant. So full of himself. Yet, in that second, it didn’t bother me. It almost excited me.

“I said that you wouldn’t actually follow through with anything you say. I know your game Slater. You flirt with girls, any girl that you see, but you don’t actually mean any of it. Well, ok maybe you do, but you won’t follow through with any of it. I can see right through your act tough guy.” I winked at him, straightening my back, causing the distance between us to narrow further.

I could see the hunger in his eyes, and even though I was fairly certain he was going to back off, I wasn’t positive, and the idea behind it sent a shiver down my spine. Still, I kept my posture and didn’t shy away.

“You really believe that? What would you be willing to bet?” He asked, breath sending tickles of warmth into the pit of my stomach.

“How about, a coffee.” I smirked at him raising my eyebrow.

He could still easily back off. All he’d have to do is buy me a coffee and that’s easy. He was all talk. I watched him think for a second before narrowing his eyes.

“1.75 please.” I said, pulling my hand up, holding it out in the small space between him and I.

I was wrong. Oh boy was I wrong.

Within seconds he had pulled me towards him, closing the lingering air between us. His lips were on mine, pressing softly at first, hesitant almost. It was a quality I had never observed from him, hesitance. He was such a confident person, so arrogant, all the time, that the caution was almost startling. I can’t say I wasn’t expecting the kiss, because in a way, I was hoping for it, but it still caught me off guard. He was supposed to be all talk and no action. I guess he proved me wrong.

It escalated into a rougher more passionate kiss, him devouring my touch, me sinking into his grasp in reply. I ran my hand up into his hair, wrapping it through my fingers, letting the night-like curls settle in my fingers. He had one hand wrapped around my waist, keeping me as close to him as possible, and the other was lightly holding my cheek. His touch was sending sparks all the way down to my toes, but as quickly as he started it, he stopped it.

He took a step back, wiping his hand across his mouth, then licking his lips grinning. He was obviously proud of himself. Maybe even he didn’t think he was going to do anything. Maybe even he proved himself wrong.

I didn’t know what to do. I was caught off guard, but somehow my body was working before my brain was, because I was already responding to his sudden surprise.

I smirked. “You call that a kiss?” I raised an eyebrow, before watching his jaw drop for only a second.

He regained his composure quickly, but not completely. He still wore a slightly disgruntled expression as I turned my back on him and walked out the front door, forcing myself not to look back as I grinned to myself and butterflies fluttered freely all over my body. Every movement I made felt like I had electricity running in my veins, and I have to admit. I liked the feeling. It’s one feeling that I’ve promised myself I will never forget. And I never have. It was lust at first sight.

[blackbird.]

aww, cute!

[sammmy]

Word Count: 609
Other: Okay so I literally just finished my first semester of University and haven't written anything in months but I wanna get back into it sooo (also side point, go read 'did you steal my poptart', then read this one )


“Seriously, who ate my poptart?!” I threw my hands up in the air with exasperation.

Of course I already knew who had done it. It was Milo. It was always Milo. I sighed in frustration as I slammed the cupboard door shut. I guess he must have heard the noise because Milo came strolling in from the bedroom, eating none other than my poptart.

“Are you serious right now?!” I stared at him incredulously.

He always ate my last poptart. He looked at me and rolled his eyes.

“What did I do this time?” He asked, annoyed, swallowing the last bit of the poptart that he had in his hand.

“You took my last poptart!”

He shook his head no.

“Milo, I can see you eating it right now!” I exclaimed. “Come on! That was my last Poptart and I was looking forward to it all day at work! You always do this! Can’t you just buy your own friggin poptarts?!” I was frustrated.

I know it was just a dumb poptart but I had a rough day and all I wanted was a poptart. I should have know. He always did this. Always. I did all the grocery shopping, paid for all the food, cooked all the meals, and he still eats my last poptart almost every time.

“I asked you to stop doing that! I asked you a million times!” I said.

“Look I don’t know why you care so much. It’s just a poptart. Calm down.” He said, totally ignoring my presence as he walked by me, toward the fridge, grabbed the cartoon of milk and drank directly out of it.

“You’re so disgusting! You realize I share that milk with you, right?!”

He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

“Ugh!” I threw my hands up and turned my back trying to calm myself.

I didn’t need this, I didn’t want this anymore. I was tired of his nonsense.

“Did you at least get me another box?” I asked calmly.

“Of what?” He asked, totally not listening to me.

He put the milk away and closed the fridge door.

“Of poptarts!”

“No.” He replied, walking back towards the bedroom.

“Wait! Come back!” I said, stopping him before he could leave.

“What do you want? The hockey game’s on.” He gave me a glare as he turned around.

I was looking for love. Looking for some sort of playful look, looking for something that would tell me he still loved me. He still cared about me. I saw nothing. Nothing at all.

“I’m done.” I sighed, looking down at the floor, trying to will myself not the cry.

“Okay cool so I can go back to the game?” He asked, turning his back.

“No Milo. I’m done with us. With you.” He turned around shocked and almost angry.

“You’re breaking up with me?” He asked slowly.

“You don’t love me anymore.” I said.

“You’re breaking up with me because I ate your last poptart? Are you actually serious right now?” Anger seeped into his voice.

“Milo, you know that’s not why, but I can’t do this anymore. You don’t care about me, so I’m just going to pack my stuff and leave. I’ll tell your mom. You don’t have to.” I turned my back on him and walked out the door with only my coat and shoes.

I’d go back later for my stuff.

He called me later that afternoon.

“I bought you a box of poptarts.”

“Okay?” I replied.

“Do you forgive me now?” He asked.

I didn’t even need to think before replying;
“Not this time.” And sitting down to get coffee I desperately needed.

[Ranger of the North]

Saaaammyyyy you're baaaack :.DDD

oof that was heavy 👀