Samantha Virginia
@thesammachine.bsky.social
Writer of all things fantastical and chilling. Español. Gaeilge. Website: https://samanthavirginiaau.wixsite.com/samanthavirginiabook
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My short story “Midnight Craving” is only $2.99 USD on Amazon. It is a Lovecraftian story made for 2023 that doesn’t take itself too seriously.
If you like summoning demons at midnight or if you wanna laugh a little, this is for you. a.co/d/2wjr8fv
If you like summoning demons at midnight or if you wanna laugh a little, this is for you. a.co/d/2wjr8fv
Important cultural artifact
November 28, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Important cultural artifact
Reposted by Samantha Virginia
Inside the Fortune Tent, there is a boy with slick blonde hair and a pure white suit. We drink tea in silence, then he takes my cup and tips the leaves onto a #saucer. He twists them with a finger, smiles and rolls them with tobacco. As we smoke my future, he begins to cry. I don't ask why.
#vss365
#vss365
October 21, 2025 at 11:42 AM
Reposted by Samantha Virginia
I’m shooting through the sky,
caught in a wind current.
I couldn’t hear them—
I wouldn’t want to.
Still, I sing out—
my swan song:
That God is
a soulful egomaniac.
And we are the reflection—
forever witnessing,
forever interpreting,
through a mirror.
#BlueskyRelay #Poetry #Poem
#ThrowbackPoem
caught in a wind current.
I couldn’t hear them—
I wouldn’t want to.
Still, I sing out—
my swan song:
That God is
a soulful egomaniac.
And we are the reflection—
forever witnessing,
forever interpreting,
through a mirror.
#BlueskyRelay #Poetry #Poem
#ThrowbackPoem
October 20, 2025 at 6:48 PM
I’m shooting through the sky,
caught in a wind current.
I couldn’t hear them—
I wouldn’t want to.
Still, I sing out—
my swan song:
That God is
a soulful egomaniac.
And we are the reflection—
forever witnessing,
forever interpreting,
through a mirror.
#BlueskyRelay #Poetry #Poem
#ThrowbackPoem
caught in a wind current.
I couldn’t hear them—
I wouldn’t want to.
Still, I sing out—
my swan song:
That God is
a soulful egomaniac.
And we are the reflection—
forever witnessing,
forever interpreting,
through a mirror.
#BlueskyRelay #Poetry #Poem
#ThrowbackPoem
“How is the patient?”
“Agitated. He keeps talking about how his robot wife he purchased won’t follow programming. But I’m confused, wasn’t he the android?”
The doctor chuckled. “Yeah they tell them all they’re human. Less malfunctions that way. Call the wife and tell her to reboot.”
#vss365
“Agitated. He keeps talking about how his robot wife he purchased won’t follow programming. But I’m confused, wasn’t he the android?”
The doctor chuckled. “Yeah they tell them all they’re human. Less malfunctions that way. Call the wife and tell her to reboot.”
#vss365
October 20, 2025 at 7:03 PM
“How is the patient?”
“Agitated. He keeps talking about how his robot wife he purchased won’t follow programming. But I’m confused, wasn’t he the android?”
The doctor chuckled. “Yeah they tell them all they’re human. Less malfunctions that way. Call the wife and tell her to reboot.”
#vss365
“Agitated. He keeps talking about how his robot wife he purchased won’t follow programming. But I’m confused, wasn’t he the android?”
The doctor chuckled. “Yeah they tell them all they’re human. Less malfunctions that way. Call the wife and tell her to reboot.”
#vss365
We’re all innocent when we’re asleep. It’s the waking up part that’s the problem.
October 19, 2025 at 3:56 AM
We’re all innocent when we’re asleep. It’s the waking up part that’s the problem.
Reposted by Samantha Virginia
It was a good thing that the game made players’ characters insubstantial to each other or, in the tumult of the mêlée, things could #clash & get a little complicated.
As it was, Rory found it difficult to see what each player did and he would often find himself attacking the same monsters.
#vss365
As it was, Rory found it difficult to see what each player did and he would often find himself attacking the same monsters.
#vss365
October 7, 2025 at 10:42 AM
The man across the table started to sweat as I introduced my associate. “And w-what exactly does Mr. Grimley do?” He stuttered.
“He does one thing. One thing only. Do we have a deal?”
Mr. Grimley extended one clawed hand out to seal the covenant and suddenly the client was on the floor. #vss365
“He does one thing. One thing only. Do we have a deal?”
Mr. Grimley extended one clawed hand out to seal the covenant and suddenly the client was on the floor. #vss365
October 6, 2025 at 3:46 PM
The man across the table started to sweat as I introduced my associate. “And w-what exactly does Mr. Grimley do?” He stuttered.
“He does one thing. One thing only. Do we have a deal?”
Mr. Grimley extended one clawed hand out to seal the covenant and suddenly the client was on the floor. #vss365
“He does one thing. One thing only. Do we have a deal?”
Mr. Grimley extended one clawed hand out to seal the covenant and suddenly the client was on the floor. #vss365
Reposted by Samantha Virginia
The problem with reading a bunch of Anne Rice novels in a short period of time is that sometimes I see a statue and I'm like, damn she would want to fuck that statue.
October 4, 2025 at 2:48 AM
The problem with reading a bunch of Anne Rice novels in a short period of time is that sometimes I see a statue and I'm like, damn she would want to fuck that statue.
Forever blown away by how powerful a simple phrase like ‘I am afraid’ can be. We walk around with all this armor of ego cocooning us, a mask projecting how capable we are, what kind of person we are, what our potential enemies should see. But the moment a person utters the words ‘I’m scared’ or
September 17, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Forever blown away by how powerful a simple phrase like ‘I am afraid’ can be. We walk around with all this armor of ego cocooning us, a mask projecting how capable we are, what kind of person we are, what our potential enemies should see. But the moment a person utters the words ‘I’m scared’ or
Having a black cat means, never being certain if that is a pile of clothes on the floor or not. It also means not stepping on it just in case.
September 13, 2025 at 3:52 AM
Having a black cat means, never being certain if that is a pile of clothes on the floor or not. It also means not stepping on it just in case.
“Some men improve the world only by leaving it.”
-Oscar Wilde 😘😘😘
-Oscar Wilde 😘😘😘
September 12, 2025 at 5:31 PM
“Some men improve the world only by leaving it.”
-Oscar Wilde 😘😘😘
-Oscar Wilde 😘😘😘
Damn your beautiful eyes and your beautiful hair. I have known more bearable tortures than the being speared through by a glimpse of the sharpened curve of your lips.
#vss365
#vss365
September 10, 2025 at 3:41 PM
Damn your beautiful eyes and your beautiful hair. I have known more bearable tortures than the being speared through by a glimpse of the sharpened curve of your lips.
#vss365
#vss365
I’m glad bluesky exists but I miss the writing community I used to have before Twitter collapsed under the weight of all its fascists. Losing my support system sucks harder than Nancy Reagan.
September 5, 2025 at 3:10 AM
I’m glad bluesky exists but I miss the writing community I used to have before Twitter collapsed under the weight of all its fascists. Losing my support system sucks harder than Nancy Reagan.
Yet another short story screaming to become a full length novel. I have too many book babies already thank you.
a pixel art of a baboon and a lion cub from the lion king
ALT: a pixel art of a baboon and a lion cub from the lion king
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September 5, 2025 at 2:51 AM
Yet another short story screaming to become a full length novel. I have too many book babies already thank you.
Val considered the “dog” squatting its wrinkled, gray paunch on the linoleum.
“Is it even conscious?”
“How dare you! Mr. Squeaks is young at heart.”
Squeaks stared ahead with rheumy eyes, tongue hanging out like a dead lizard. I threw a treat and he swallowed it whole with a goblin noise.
#vss365
“Is it even conscious?”
“How dare you! Mr. Squeaks is young at heart.”
Squeaks stared ahead with rheumy eyes, tongue hanging out like a dead lizard. I threw a treat and he swallowed it whole with a goblin noise.
#vss365
September 4, 2025 at 9:55 PM
Val considered the “dog” squatting its wrinkled, gray paunch on the linoleum.
“Is it even conscious?”
“How dare you! Mr. Squeaks is young at heart.”
Squeaks stared ahead with rheumy eyes, tongue hanging out like a dead lizard. I threw a treat and he swallowed it whole with a goblin noise.
#vss365
“Is it even conscious?”
“How dare you! Mr. Squeaks is young at heart.”
Squeaks stared ahead with rheumy eyes, tongue hanging out like a dead lizard. I threw a treat and he swallowed it whole with a goblin noise.
#vss365
While common elves were sometimes seen flitting from tree to tree and hiding amongst stones, a brownie was far more elusive. The little creature was known to wash dishes or fold laundry for a mere bowl of grain and honey before the last male of a breeding pair died in captivity in 1905.
#vss365
#vss365
August 7, 2025 at 11:53 AM
While common elves were sometimes seen flitting from tree to tree and hiding amongst stones, a brownie was far more elusive. The little creature was known to wash dishes or fold laundry for a mere bowl of grain and honey before the last male of a breeding pair died in captivity in 1905.
#vss365
#vss365
We rise and fall. We crest and follow. The earth rises up to meet me and you are there. We hide in the long grass together and wait for the end.
#vss365
#vss365
July 26, 2025 at 6:50 AM
We rise and fall. We crest and follow. The earth rises up to meet me and you are there. We hide in the long grass together and wait for the end.
#vss365
#vss365
A dust mote spins,
soft and weary,
down the midday stream of sunlight,
A pilgrim searching,
for a place to land.
In the mundane, the spiritual.
#vss365
soft and weary,
down the midday stream of sunlight,
A pilgrim searching,
for a place to land.
In the mundane, the spiritual.
#vss365
July 20, 2025 at 1:10 PM
A dust mote spins,
soft and weary,
down the midday stream of sunlight,
A pilgrim searching,
for a place to land.
In the mundane, the spiritual.
#vss365
soft and weary,
down the midday stream of sunlight,
A pilgrim searching,
for a place to land.
In the mundane, the spiritual.
#vss365
I don’t feel strong today.
I can feel my spirit shivering and rattling around.
Everything is a burden.
I can feel my spirit shivering and rattling around.
Everything is a burden.
July 8, 2025 at 2:58 PM
I don’t feel strong today.
I can feel my spirit shivering and rattling around.
Everything is a burden.
I can feel my spirit shivering and rattling around.
Everything is a burden.
“He has been in prism for many years,” the bearer said sadly.
I glanced at Gia, who looked just as confused. “Did it just say prism?” She shrugged.
“I can hear you! Because they decided I needed these terrible human ears and human feelings. And I’m not an it. I’m a he… I think… probably-
#vss365
I glanced at Gia, who looked just as confused. “Did it just say prism?” She shrugged.
“I can hear you! Because they decided I needed these terrible human ears and human feelings. And I’m not an it. I’m a he… I think… probably-
#vss365
July 5, 2025 at 8:17 PM
“He has been in prism for many years,” the bearer said sadly.
I glanced at Gia, who looked just as confused. “Did it just say prism?” She shrugged.
“I can hear you! Because they decided I needed these terrible human ears and human feelings. And I’m not an it. I’m a he… I think… probably-
#vss365
I glanced at Gia, who looked just as confused. “Did it just say prism?” She shrugged.
“I can hear you! Because they decided I needed these terrible human ears and human feelings. And I’m not an it. I’m a he… I think… probably-
#vss365
Can’t believe I almost forgot to review Parable of the Sower. This book is insanity. A dystopian novel that feels too real in 2025. Octavia Butler has a strong, distinct voice and she uses it to its full potential. Highly recommend if you have a strong stomach. #parableofthesower
July 4, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Can’t believe I almost forgot to review Parable of the Sower. This book is insanity. A dystopian novel that feels too real in 2025. Octavia Butler has a strong, distinct voice and she uses it to its full potential. Highly recommend if you have a strong stomach. #parableofthesower
This is probably the most unique work I have read so it’s hard to place a genre. I’d say Sci-fi would be close. If you’re looking to dip your toes into Sci-fi but you’re not sure how, this would be a good start, especially if you enjoy mystery. Worth the read for sure. #iwhohaveneverknownmen
July 4, 2025 at 1:41 AM
This is probably the most unique work I have read so it’s hard to place a genre. I’d say Sci-fi would be close. If you’re looking to dip your toes into Sci-fi but you’re not sure how, this would be a good start, especially if you enjoy mystery. Worth the read for sure. #iwhohaveneverknownmen