#sam~threads

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@nothingbutruins

The little abandoned shed, that was being held up by the tips of its nails, was recently discovered by Sam. He decided it was would be a good place to play with flames. He was right, it lasted for weeks, that was until he started a fire he couldn’t stomp out.  It grew across the side where he was messing around. Sam fell backwards, as he tried to get away from the fire. He banged his head against something metal, and he found him regretting more than the fall. 

Sam’s hazel eyes centered on the metal tank that dented his skull. By the shape of the tank, he knew exactly what it held. Propane. Even if the tank was empty even a drop of residue could turn this shed to ash after, of course, there is a mini, atomic explosion. Sam couldn’t stop the fire, but he could run. Immediately, he stood and moved as fast as possible for this tiny boy to move through merciless flames. The fire tore at his skin, but he couldn’t stop.

The white-haired boy busts through the door, ready to run for his life when he noticed a man right outside ground zero. Sam, directed his running towards the taller male, while saying “shit, shit, shit,” non-stop the entire time . About a yard away from the other male,  Sam yelled “RUN,” and reached for the stranger’s hand...

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detectivewxlf

Sam carefully controlled the gasoline as he used it to cover wood he had set it in indented ground he dug himself. The indented ground spells “fuck off,” which he was quite proud of. After it was done he was planning on taking a picture and sending it to people he didn’t like, mostly just his mother, but other people too.

 Once Sam finished tracing the wood, he stepped back onto the trail behind him, almost falling backward due to the fact he forgot it was there. He was too proud of his work to notice much else, which is probably why he didn’t notice the gasoline can leaking as walked.  Setting the can down he stretched his back, it ached since he was leaning over to be careful where pouring, and he observed his surroundings. The place Sam picked was rather secluded. It was an unpopular walking trail, there was forest on one side of the trail, the other was open grass, and the closest building was a football field length away. He set up on the grassy side. The area just seemed like a place he wouldn’t be bothered.

 Sam was felt smug. It was written in cursive and just the letters took an hour and a half. When he picked up the container he found it empty, which was odd considering a second ago it wasn’t, but he just shrugged it off and strolled over to his creation. Tossing the can to the side he pulled out the packet of matches. 

 Sam smiled as he tossed the lighted match on the top of the “f”, and watched the fire in a blink of an eye cover the next two letters. It was quite mesmerizing as it took over all he dug, which is why he almost didn’t see the growing bright line in the corner of his eye. Quickly he turned to see, the line was not a part of his plan, and neither was the man standing in the literal line of fire. ‘WAIT A MAN?!’ He thoughts screamed to himself, as he watched the time slow when the fire gracefully set ablaze the man’s pant leg.

 “Shit.”

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playersinthegamecalledlife

“OH WHAT THE FUCK!” Sam has done something regrettable. As he was scrolling online, he entered into a site filled with pop up ads. No matter how times he closed an ad, a new one would appear. So after becoming very tired of uselessly closing ads, he gave up and pressed okay.

Sam’s computer completely shut off. Abruptly, it flashed back on. The screen was opened to an unfamiliar site, and what he saw on the screen was the reason for his outburst. It said, “Transaction complete. Please, now confirm your escort.”  Sam had no clue why it took the matter into its own hands, and spent his money on someone to fuck. 

After he had paced through his entire flat, he decided. His money has already been spent, so if he didn’t go through with it, he would have just given away his money. Another thing is, he doesn’t have to fuck them, the person would just show Sam a good time. 

Sam sat back down at his computer, and looked through the options. All the girls were taller than him, so people would think he was her child.  One man was quite buff, and could crush Sam if he pissed him off, which would probably happen. One man was a total Casanova… pass. In the middle of his total judgment montage, he noticed a blond man. Broderick. He seems like he’d be fun, or at least wouldn’t kill Sam immediately. Sam chooses the man named Broderick.

A few hours later...

Sam was actually excited, he had never done something likes this. He was slipping on his sneakers when he heard a ring at the door. Sam nearly tripped as he ran to the door. When peeked in the peep hole he saw the striking man, Broderick was at the door. 

When he opened the door, he didn’t know what to say, so the only thing that came out was. “Uh.... Hi.”

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durxs 

Sam has never once regretted speaking his mind, well that was until now, considering he was about get a face full of fist by a many double his size.

Not much earlier, he noticed a man, showing off how loud he can be to his also obnoxious friends, causing Sam to become annoyed, and it didn’t help that this man was moving as too slow in front of Sam. The man began to flirt with a girl who definitely wanted nothing to do with them 

“I realize that due to your obvious lack of exercise you move slower than your father’s pull out game, but you’re blocking the entire street and nobody in the tri-state area can get around you, so if you would please move the fuck out the way, I would be very grateful.” Sam said with a very polite tone of voice, holding a painted smile on his face.

The man was completely shocked by Sam’s sentence. Then, he abruptly picked Sam up by the back of his shirt, and told his underlings “I’m gonna go show this little cutie why he should keep his mouth shut.” The man took Sam not far into an alley and threw him against a wall. The man started lecturing Sam in a threatening tone, and finished with “You about to learn to keep you trap shut.”

“But mommy told me to speak my mind.” Sam couldn’t resist. He saw the man get a deep red, and raise fist. Sam then, braced for the blow that never came.”   

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folixm

Sam began his stroll through the grocery store, that was decorated in tiles, making the whole store look like a public restroom. He grabbed a small hand basket and let it slide onto his forearm. Sam rushed through the aisle, following the list inscribed into his head. When he looked through his basket, he noted, the cereal, the rice, the bread.... the bread... he forgot the bread. 

After a long sigh, he shuffled over to ailse carrying bread and other baked goods. There was only one person in the aisle. He began to analyze the stranger. ‘Tall, dark purple hair......dark.... purple.....hair...tall.... female....pur-WAIT ONE SECOND!’ He  immediantly rumaged though his small basket to pull out a cereal. Sam stared at it intesnely and let out a small, “Ah!” 

Then, dropped his basket, slid over to to the woman, who was still currently staring at the produce, and stood behind her back.  He held the box up to compare. This is..... the woman on the box! He let his arm fall to his side along with the box, then tugged on the woman’s sleeve. As soon as she turned around, he looked up to her and said the first thing that came to his mind.

“I eat out of you.”