Walking Sam Novels & Stories

She said, "Do you know me?" Samuel shook his head and said, "I don't know. I just guessed it based on your appearance." "Why have you come to our Earth Fire City?" Samuel thought for a moment and then said, "I was asked to come here to look for the Wetland. I thought the entrance to the central area was the entrance to the swamp, but I didn't expect that I would run here for no reason." Hearing Samuel's words, she obviously frowned. "This place is very dry. Do you think it's like a swamp?"

Samantha's Point of View I had just finished arranging the documents my boss needed to sign. Stretching my back, I pressed a hand against the ache. It was barely early morning, yet he’d already dumped a full day’s worth of work on me. I was about to sit down when the door swung open, revealing the one man who never failed to ruin my day—Walter Robles, my boss. He was the CEO of Sirak Wines, a well-known distillery famous for turning local fruits, like duhat, into premium wine.

“Waking up in the most expensive suite in the Waterfront Hotel I am completely clueless how I ended up there.” “What else do you remember before yesterday?” Sammy stands still looking into space her eyebrows furrowed with thought. “I am Sammy Hoffman, living in Steinkopf in the Namaqualand region. I was touring through the country to get away from the pain and the dark looming shadow just at the edge of my memory. I step from the plane then nothing. I only remember this now when I step from the shower.” “Would you allow me to call a doctor?” he queries gently.

"Umm... yeah." Samar looked at his watch; 1 am. It was late, they had just returned from a day trip to Maaleghat, a prime and an extremely secure illegal port on the western coastline where most of their smuggled stuff was loaded on or offloaded of the ferries going across the Arabian Sea, and he was too tired to go to the club tonight. So, why not! He turned off the ignition. "I think I'll use this opportunity to meet her. I never get time to visit her anymore."

I replied politely with a gentle smile. I , Mr. Samuel and Mrs. Sukanya further talked for a while and made our way towards nearby bar counter where, Samuel ordered two glassed of whiskey from him and me and a glass of RED wine for his wife, he kept chatting up with me about his and my business for couple of minute until I felt myself getting distracted by a familiar voice.

and left. Sam and Wil are together now?

Just the stuck-up expression on her sour face made him want to slide his arm along her countertop. "Can you get me a pouch of Amber Leaf and I'll pay you back?" Kayley asked pleadingly, making big eyes at him. 'Great... so that's why you're tagging along with me,' Sam thought, sighing inwardly. "Sure," Sam uttered. He asked for the cigarettes and tobacco as he passed the woman the sugar. "ID," she grunted. She stared at the awful passport photo for way too long, probably struggling with the mental math. She turned and picked the items from the cabinet before ringing them up.

I say as I took Samuel's weight on the other side. “The idiot found trouble again. What do you think,” Kyle retorts angrily? “Fuck you brother, I wasn't looking to start shit this time, it just found me as usual,” Samuel replies and I smell the scent of good old Jack Daniels oozing off his pours like fucking cologne. The shit was pungent to my wolf. How the fuck did my brother drink that shit without feeling sick I didn't know. This wasn't his first foray with bars, it had lately become his new normal.

The weird thing was, Sam kind of felt like he knew him from somewhere. Sam looked around and saw all his friends, passed out in various positions, most of them snoring. He grabbed his watch off the floor, saw that it was 11 AM. They’d still be sleeping for a while. Sam crossed the barn and grabbed a bottle of water. He was about to drink from it, when he looked down and saw it was filled with cigarette butts. Revolted, he set it down, and looked for another. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a half-empty jug of water on the floor. He grabbed it and drank, and didn’t stop drinking until he downed nearly half of it.