Samantha Carr
@samc4rr.bsky.social
Writer.
Artist.
Phd Creative Writing candidate.
Artist.
Phd Creative Writing candidate.
The #humble bumblebee hangs golden honeycomb on his Christmas tree. Fumbles with the firefly lights, someone didn't tie them right and they're all knotted in a ball. He's all wings and thumbs trying to unravel them all. Success! The decorations done, ready for the pupae to arrive at one.
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December 20, 2025 at 9:58 AM
As I get older, my attitude towards #gratitude shifts from an abundance of material things -
to one of plenitude in the mystery of being -
pareidolia in the trees sparks childish excitement in me,
as does a full moon on a crisp clear night
and the sunrise ignites my soul.
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to one of plenitude in the mystery of being -
pareidolia in the trees sparks childish excitement in me,
as does a full moon on a crisp clear night
and the sunrise ignites my soul.
#vss365
December 19, 2025 at 9:42 AM
As I get older, my attitude towards #gratitude shifts from an abundance of material things -
to one of plenitude in the mystery of being -
pareidolia in the trees sparks childish excitement in me,
as does a full moon on a crisp clear night
and the sunrise ignites my soul.
#vss365
to one of plenitude in the mystery of being -
pareidolia in the trees sparks childish excitement in me,
as does a full moon on a crisp clear night
and the sunrise ignites my soul.
#vss365
This time of year, I #regret not buying a sellotape dispenser. Spinning the cardboard circle of hell around and around, tempted by the false promise of finding the end or the beginning so I can get on with my wrapping. There's a few false starts, a part that juts out, but that's not it.
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December 18, 2025 at 8:52 AM
Santa made a booboo, said boohoo for being blocked from Badoo for saying Ho Ho Ho. Now his style is more #boho - red hoodie, goatee beard, cowboy boots and a man bag instead of a sack on his back. A bit short on bank he busks the blues on his banjo. The elves blasted the wrong beat tho.
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December 15, 2025 at 8:57 AM
Cam wasn't sure if it was his full belly, the warm fire, or nana's brandy ramblings, but he struggled to keep his eyes open. When did Christmas become so #monotonous? The only thing keeping him awake was the itch from the Rudolph jumper with the flashing red nose his aunt had bought him.
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December 14, 2025 at 9:56 AM
Cam wasn't sure if it was his full belly, the warm fire, or nana's brandy ramblings, but he struggled to keep his eyes open. When did Christmas become so #monotonous? The only thing keeping him awake was the itch from the Rudolph jumper with the flashing red nose his aunt had bought him.
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As kids they played a game to see how far away they could still hear each other. Used yoghurt pots and string, then walkie talkies. They grew out of the habit in their teens, got interested in other things. One night she woke to a distant ping from the #apogee. Responded with a drumbeat.
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December 13, 2025 at 10:51 AM
The new committee debated about how to select the #successor for the retiring chairman. Sally spoke about longevity, Stan about qualifications. Lucy banged her gavel, the fairest way is to throw a bouquet like a bride at a wedding. They gathered expectantly, but the wind caught it first.
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December 12, 2025 at 9:02 AM
The new committee debated about how to select the #successor for the retiring chairman. Sally spoke about longevity, Stan about qualifications. Lucy banged her gavel, the fairest way is to throw a bouquet like a bride at a wedding. They gathered expectantly, but the wind caught it first.
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It is forbidden for us to talk, as though that was a barrier to our #illicit affair. As though the way I fick my hair as you walk by, or the way you glanced in my direction for a heavy second wasn't communication enough. I blink slowly and you understand where where and when we shall meet.
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December 11, 2025 at 9:51 AM
Here she was sitting on a pyre, waiting for the executioner to ignite the fire. They said she'd #bewitched the town with her evil nose twitch. She'd tried to explain it was an intolerance to birch and hay-fever itch. They were having none of it. There were worst ways to spend a winter day.
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December 10, 2025 at 8:41 AM
Here she was sitting on a pyre, waiting for the executioner to ignite the fire. They said she'd #bewitched the town with her evil nose twitch. She'd tried to explain it was an intolerance to birch and hay-fever itch. They were having none of it. There were worst ways to spend a winter day.
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He'd left his beanie hat behind as a #consolation prize. A discarded item he no longer wanted. She felt such a bond, she wore it everyday, even in summer. One stormy day, in the dark twilight of winter, a gust blew it away. She watched the red bobble spin down the street until it was gone.
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December 9, 2025 at 10:18 AM
He'd left his beanie hat behind as a #consolation prize. A discarded item he no longer wanted. She felt such a bond, she wore it everyday, even in summer. One stormy day, in the dark twilight of winter, a gust blew it away. She watched the red bobble spin down the street until it was gone.
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You're the fool talking to yourself like you do, do you think anyone would ever notice you?
If I stay silent though I lose, so even if only the wind listens I have to give this a go. You never know, the birds might tweet back. A sweet #soliloquy of flapped wings pulssting my heart strings
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If I stay silent though I lose, so even if only the wind listens I have to give this a go. You never know, the birds might tweet back. A sweet #soliloquy of flapped wings pulssting my heart strings
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December 8, 2025 at 8:52 AM
You're the fool talking to yourself like you do, do you think anyone would ever notice you?
If I stay silent though I lose, so even if only the wind listens I have to give this a go. You never know, the birds might tweet back. A sweet #soliloquy of flapped wings pulssting my heart strings
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If I stay silent though I lose, so even if only the wind listens I have to give this a go. You never know, the birds might tweet back. A sweet #soliloquy of flapped wings pulssting my heart strings
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The embossed #magenta letters spelled a simple album title: Possessed. Contrasting starkly with the ethereal white figure holding a gold star. The media had spun a wild frenzy. This was music at its worst, polluting young minds. They hadn't listened to the only song - twinkle twinkle.
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December 7, 2025 at 9:05 AM
Reposted by Samantha Carr
A witch and mage
Used #augury
To read
Each other’s signs
It didn’t help
Their poor doomed date
Its crash
Was not sublime
If magic can’t
Ensure good date,
What chance
Has yours and mine?
I say, “Damn the signs
and portents—
let’s go
have a good time!”
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Used #augury
To read
Each other’s signs
It didn’t help
Their poor doomed date
Its crash
Was not sublime
If magic can’t
Ensure good date,
What chance
Has yours and mine?
I say, “Damn the signs
and portents—
let’s go
have a good time!”
#vss365
a man in a tuxedo and a woman in a sequined dress look at each other
ALT: a man in a tuxedo and a woman in a sequined dress look at each other
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December 6, 2025 at 9:52 AM
The psychic watched the seagulls circle and tried to read the swoops and lulls. The birds enjoyed the attention of #augury, but were really more interested in her ice cream sundae. They'd already read her future, she'd get back with her ex and be here crying again next week.
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December 6, 2025 at 10:22 AM
The effortless mysterious #chic - of a middle aged woman reaching her peak. The reek of rage she reaches at this age is a passion you wish she could teach. The day at the beach radiance of the hot flash glow on her cheeks leaves you seeking a kiss on her beak. She says nah, not this week.
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December 5, 2025 at 8:49 AM
In the winter, the cloak of night closes in earlier and earlier, embracing the city, nudging it to sleep. In the #vespertine space, life awakens - bats yawn their wings into the sky, owls hoot swivel eyed gossip and the purple cabbage releases the silver thread of the moon.
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December 4, 2025 at 9:09 AM
In the winter, the cloak of night closes in earlier and earlier, embracing the city, nudging it to sleep. In the #vespertine space, life awakens - bats yawn their wings into the sky, owls hoot swivel eyed gossip and the purple cabbage releases the silver thread of the moon.
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Tim was disappointed with his attempts to be #chivalrous while dating a witch. He opened the car door, she jumped on her broomstick. He laid his jacket on a big puddle, she parted it. Finally, he said, what can I do to make you happy?
You haven't figured it out honey? I'm out of batteries.
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You haven't figured it out honey? I'm out of batteries.
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December 3, 2025 at 8:48 AM
Tim was disappointed with his attempts to be #chivalrous while dating a witch. He opened the car door, she jumped on her broomstick. He laid his jacket on a big puddle, she parted it. Finally, he said, what can I do to make you happy?
You haven't figured it out honey? I'm out of batteries.
#vss365
You haven't figured it out honey? I'm out of batteries.
#vss365
The applause bounded around the hall, reaching her in waves of an ocean lapping at her feet. Rather than feel buoyant, the reception fell into the #aphotic chasm in her centre. Inside that darkness, a part of her stirred, remembering all the world is a stage and it was time to play.
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December 2, 2025 at 10:06 AM
He was #suave - I was sophisticated
the problem was
neither of us were
domesticated -
or at least untamed,
we loved each other, yes -
but oh heck, those flames,
arguing -
a row started by him calling
me a cow
he's steak carved for dinner
now -
impressed by my handiwork,
I took a bow
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the problem was
neither of us were
domesticated -
or at least untamed,
we loved each other, yes -
but oh heck, those flames,
arguing -
a row started by him calling
me a cow
he's steak carved for dinner
now -
impressed by my handiwork,
I took a bow
#vss365
December 1, 2025 at 9:39 AM
The covert art gallery was striking for its emptiness, stark white walls along brightly lit corridors told a story many were still too afraid to tell. On the top floor, next to the window overlooking the river was the #last human created painting. A poignant sunset behind the castle ruins.
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November 30, 2025 at 8:38 AM
Pavlov rang the bell. The cat mewed, padded to the desk and leapt up. "That's not how this works and you know it."
She reached out a golden paw and knocked the bell to the floor, shattering it to pieces.
Pavlov sobbed.
"These are not human #matters," she uttered and sloped away.
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She reached out a golden paw and knocked the bell to the floor, shattering it to pieces.
Pavlov sobbed.
"These are not human #matters," she uttered and sloped away.
#vss365
November 29, 2025 at 8:40 AM
I had a speck of dust in my eye, the doctor said you'll have to wait a while. So I climbed inside to do a bit of dusting. Find where I'd put my #health on my inner self's shelf. I inspected that speck in my iris, saw something I didn't expect. I was the grit and my sight was in fact intact.
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November 28, 2025 at 9:21 AM
I realised it was time to let off some #steam when I could barely see two feet in front of me. I'd kept the lid on these feelings for so long, I didn't know how to let go safely. Vapour streaming from my mouth, ears and nose. As I walk along the street, little kids saying "There she blows."
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November 27, 2025 at 8:58 AM
I reach out my fingertips to touch my #reflection in the garden pond. She doesn't reach out to me, but holds perfectly still to not spoil the moment. My hand pierces the surface as the late winter sun glistens in her eyes. There are no ripples as I feel her gentle heartbeat and she smiles.
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November 26, 2025 at 8:54 AM
I reach out my fingertips to touch my #reflection in the garden pond. She doesn't reach out to me, but holds perfectly still to not spoil the moment. My hand pierces the surface as the late winter sun glistens in her eyes. There are no ripples as I feel her gentle heartbeat and she smiles.
#vss365
#vss365