Profile: Sam
SAM
&& Spark Up Like Fireworks;;
Inside my head they say I am Sam.
I’ve seen seventeen years pass by in my mind, but time means nothing to me.
Word on the street is I’m a figment, but who really knows?
They’ve seen me out and about with Frank
They called my world original
&& What Kind Of Fool You’re Taking Me For;;
Above the ground my head stands five feet nine inches.
When they write about me they say this:
Cute. That’s the word. With a slightly more heavy set body than Frank and just a little bit of cub on his belly. Where Frank’s face is pointed Sam’s is round, with a wide nose adorned with a single ring. His eyes are blue and his hair is big, sticking straight up in most places like a fan around his head. He’s been told it looks ridiculous but he doesn’t care. Like Frank his ears are stretched but like his stylish counterpart he is not tattooed and is much more relaxed about his clothes. Baggy jeans and tee shirts are the order of the day.
&& I Open Up My Head;;
These are the things that make me smile:
[&] Frank
[&] Girls
[&] Friends
[&] Writing lyrics
[&] Singing
[&] Art
[&] Painting
[&] Pencil drawing
[&] Poetry
[&] Stories
[&] Drinking
These are the things that make me frown:
[&] Arguments
[&] Snobs
[&] Bullies
[&] Homophobia
[&] His father
[&] Smoking
[&] Drugs
Here’s where I come in handy:
[&] Singing
[&] Poetry
[&] Art
This is where I stay back:
[&] Conflict
[&] Being centre of attention
[&] Girls
Sometimes, I dream too...
[&] To be a successful artist
[&] To be the lead singer in a successful band
Frank says:
Sam will say he isn’t but he’s a party animal. If he’s out and there’s drink involved you can be sure he’ll be getting drunk. It’s just his way. He is also a fantastic person, kind, generous, loving and a wonderful friend. There are many, many worse people out there than him.
&& Turned The Key On All Of Us;;
The little things that make us who we are:
History and identity unknown. Only knows his first name.
Is thought to be a figment but could possibly also be a ghost.
&& Exaggerating The Barrier;;
Author’s Notes: Sam, bless him, has no past and isn’t a developed character. There’s a reason for that. These guys are whatever I want them to be. They’re the characters I pull out when I need to write something, anything, to relieve some stress. Hence why this is so short ;)
&& Spark Up Like Fireworks;;
Inside my head they say I am Sam.
I’ve seen seventeen years pass by in my mind, but time means nothing to me.
Word on the street is I’m a figment, but who really knows?
They’ve seen me out and about with Frank
They called my world original
&& What Kind Of Fool You’re Taking Me For;;
Above the ground my head stands five feet nine inches.
When they write about me they say this:
Cute. That’s the word. With a slightly more heavy set body than Frank and just a little bit of cub on his belly. Where Frank’s face is pointed Sam’s is round, with a wide nose adorned with a single ring. His eyes are blue and his hair is big, sticking straight up in most places like a fan around his head. He’s been told it looks ridiculous but he doesn’t care. Like Frank his ears are stretched but like his stylish counterpart he is not tattooed and is much more relaxed about his clothes. Baggy jeans and tee shirts are the order of the day.
&& I Open Up My Head;;
These are the things that make me smile:
[&] Frank
[&] Girls
[&] Friends
[&] Writing lyrics
[&] Singing
[&] Art
[&] Painting
[&] Pencil drawing
[&] Poetry
[&] Stories
[&] Drinking
These are the things that make me frown:
[&] Arguments
[&] Snobs
[&] Bullies
[&] Homophobia
[&] His father
[&] Smoking
[&] Drugs
Here’s where I come in handy:
[&] Singing
[&] Poetry
[&] Art
This is where I stay back:
[&] Conflict
[&] Being centre of attention
[&] Girls
Sometimes, I dream too...
[&] To be a successful artist
[&] To be the lead singer in a successful band
Frank says:
Sam will say he isn’t but he’s a party animal. If he’s out and there’s drink involved you can be sure he’ll be getting drunk. It’s just his way. He is also a fantastic person, kind, generous, loving and a wonderful friend. There are many, many worse people out there than him.
&& Turned The Key On All Of Us;;
The little things that make us who we are:
History and identity unknown. Only knows his first name.
Is thought to be a figment but could possibly also be a ghost.
&& Exaggerating The Barrier;;
Author’s Notes: Sam, bless him, has no past and isn’t a developed character. There’s a reason for that. These guys are whatever I want them to be. They’re the characters I pull out when I need to write something, anything, to relieve some stress. Hence why this is so short ;)