Sam O. Bscure




Sam ‘n Charlie: Picture Prompt #9

art by Charlie Speratis
art by Charlie Speratis

If my life is a dying tree

starved of hope and achieved dreams

if it is nothing more than a skeleton

of what if’s and should’ve been’s

if I am the very essence

of all things doomed to crash and burn,

Then these melodies

these soaring notes

and piercing lyrics

telling my story in words I never could

are the wings

that carry me away

Sam ‘n Charlie: Picture Prompt #7

Greetings. Oh, would you look at that! Sam ‘n Charlie! But it’s not Tuesday….

Nothing gets past you, how incredibly observant!

Yes, Sam ‘n Charlie is delayed this week due to multiple unforeseen obstacles. Such as the fact that my brain was a giant pile of mashed potatoes (I’m really getting out of control with these potato references) and I completely forgot.

Anyway, moving right along! Sam ‘n Charlie is here today and, as always, we’d love for you creative little geniuses to use the picture prompt as well if you’re inclined to do so.

You are. Do it.

Artwork property of Charlie Speratis
Artwork property of Charlie Speratis

I remember when the sun used to shine. Everyday, there it would be, high in the sky smiling down on me. There was no darkness, no sadness or pain. I was happy. Always happy.

I remember all of that time I spent laughing and singing, twirling and spinning my way through the fields of blooming flowers. The grass was always green, and while I wandered about in the sunlight, I could feel it’s gentle touch on the soles of my feet as though it was encouraging me on my way.

I remember the birds singing, they were happy too. They flew along beside me and carried their bright tunes with them. They were always there, never leaving me as we continued on, guided by the sun’s rays.

But, then things started to change. They always do, of course. No one can expect the sun to shine forever, at some point it has to burn out. It was subtle at first: a cloud appearing in the endless blue of the sky, flowers wilting and their petals falling, and the birds slowly dropping away and flying back from where we came.

Before I knew it, there was not a trace of the easiness I had known. I was left in silence, alone. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know where to go. So, I did the only thing I could think to do. I stopped.

More and more clouds came. I tried my hardest to keep my eyes fixed behind me on the light I’d left behind, but soon there were too many and I learned I had to stop looking back. I tried to stay where I was, afraid of wandering too far away and loosing the only comfort I’d known. But then the rain began to fall, and I learned that I had already lost it and I needed to move on.

I trudged on, my feet sinking into the mud from the pouring rain. I was miserable, I could hardly even remember what it felt like to be happy. Yes, I carried on. Forcing one foot in front of the other. I was moving, but I wasn’t going anywhere.

I fixed my eyes on the horizon, hopeful to see a light in the distance. It was never there though, and eventually my eyes stared at nothing but the ground at my feet.

I hated this. Maybe I couldn’t remember my happiness, but I certainly knew this wasn’t it. I was tired of dragging my feet, endlessly pulling myself through the mud that was pulling back. I knew then that I couldn’t wait for the change to come to me, not like it had when the sun used to shine. I knew that this time, I had to find it.

So, what did I do?

I lifted my eyes. I wiped the rain and tears from my cheeks. I picked up my feet.

And I danced through that rain.

Sam ‘n Charlie: Picture Prompt #6

Art by Charlie Speratis
Art by Charlie Speratis

That’s right my crazy little minions. Sam ‘n Charlie is back. At this time it is appropriate for you to celebrate in whatever way you deem necessary. Don’t worry, we won’t judge.

So, this week is going to be a little different. I’m actually not going to write a response to this prompt. I know, tis quite insane. But, let me explain myself.

There are a couple reasons for this: the first being that currently I am completely hyped up on an unhealthy amount of caffeine (I can feel my pulse in my eyeballs and I’m pretty sure my heart is about to explode out of my chest at any moment) which is making it quite hard to focus, the second is the fact that the above image is simply so glorious and fantastic in every way and my poor brain can’t even form words after viewing it’s majesty.

With that being said, I’d like to make it clear that you most certainly can still use this image as a prompt if you dare to accept the challenge. In fact, I greatly encourage it. You know what, it isn’t even a choice anymore. I hereby declare that each and every one of you shall in some way use this delightful piece of art work.

Should you choose not to, do not think I will not notice. Oh, I will. And you will immediately be disowned.

The choice is yours.

(I apologize for my overly aggressive nature, this is why I can’t have caffeine)

The Resurrection of Sam

I feel as though this is quite perfect for my resurrection, Charlie is such a truly deep person.
I feel as though this is quite perfect for my resurrection, Charlie is such a truly deep person.

Greetings my dearest minions. Alas, like the great Lord above, I have been resurrected and returned to offer you my wisdom. Bow down to my all-knowing power.

To be honest, there is absolutely no reason I haven’t been posting. I was on spring break until Tuesday, I had far too much time on my hands. And yet, instead of doing something at least mildly productive with my life, I chose to sleep until three in the afternoon everyday and spend the few remaining hours eating food and torturing my dog. Just for fun.

Now, I’m quite aware of the fact that none of you have mourned my absence or even noticed it. Fear not, I do not think so highly of myself as to believe that you did. However, now that I have returned I greatly regret my decision to waste my precious life force for over a week. There are countless posts (technically not countless, I most certainly could count them… but I have a great dislike for numbers, so I shall not) that I have missed; and being the dedicated follower that I am, I feel a sense of duty to read them all. No need to thank me (and by that I mean send me many carrier pigeons bearing gifts).

Yet, perhaps the most tragic of all is the fact that I have missed the first four days of Caitlin’s Daydreamer Challenge. I cannot deny the fact that when I realized this, it became clear to me that I needed to reconsider my decision to be a lazy pile of potatoes.

And so, it is with great pride that I declare my days of spud life are over.

At least until Saturday.

Or maybe two hours.

Either way, I shall be impatiently awaiting your carrier pigeons.

Send them immediately.

Seriously, why are they not here yet?

Sam ‘n Charlie On Break

As you all should be aware, today is indeed Tuesday. If this comes as a surprise to you, I believe it is about time you crawled out from under that rock and rejoin society. We all must suffer together, you are no exception.

However, what you may not be as aware of is the fact that Tuesday is Sam ‘n Charlie day. If you are, in fact, very aware of this, then congratulations to you. You are a truly great person surrounded by a sea of averagely great people.

What you are even less aware of is that this week is also Spring Break for us. And so, being the genuinely kind and caring person that I clearly am, I have decided to give Charlie the week off

Okay, I admit. That’s a lie. I was actually completely planning to have Sam ‘n Charlie this week, but the truth is she actually just hasn’t sent me the picture prompt…

She’s probably just busy…right? But what if it was something I said? Maybe she thinks I’m too clingy, maybe she just needs some space.

But, why would she need space? I’m delightful! Right?

What if she doesn’t like me anymore? I thought what we had was special! I bet she’s off somewhere right now drawing pictures for some other blogger…

Whatever. I’m an independent woman! I don’t need me no Charlie!

Who am I kidding…


A Symphony of Horrors, Garlic Breath, and a Hoodlum-Rebellious Teenager

classical music is

This weekend I was… fortunate… enough to attend a performance of St. Mathew’s Passion. If you aren’t familiar with this particular work, it’s often said to be Bach’s greatest work. Yes… Three hours of pure, brilliant Bach and his delightful work. It’s also often said that having the opportunity to see this performed is a once in a lifetime situation. And I completely agree with that.

Because there is absolutely nobody living on this planet who would attend it more than one time.

I’m feeling slightly guilty now, it’s nothing against Bach. He clearly was very talented. It’s nothing against the performers, they all did an amazing job as well. It’s not even anything against the fact that it was in German, which I do not understand at all. Well, maybe it was a little about that… But overall, the performance itself was great.

So what was the problem then? What is it that caused such bitterness? Well, my dearest ‘Sam’azing readers (Yes, I am quite clever. I know.), let me just tell you all about it…

At first, things didn’t seem so bad. I didn’t even have to wear a dress to this crazy thing. Although, in reality that’s not very surprising. In a town like this, where at least half of the population are what you could call ‘hicks’, it’s asking a lot to expect them to dress up that much.

But, nonetheless, I was feeling pretty positive about it. I wouldn’t go so far as  to say I was looking forward to it, but I at least thought I would manage to make it through without having any sort of psychotic meltdown.

As I was shoving my feet into my off-brand wannabe Keds that used to be white but had turned into what I like to call eggshell white in an attempt to sound sophisticated, I heard my mother screaming at me from upstairs that it was time to go. Looking down at the time on my phone, I raised my eyebrows and looked skeptically in the direction of my mother’s voice. It was only 6:00, the symphony didn’t start until 7. Why on earth did we need to be there an hour early?

When I walked up the stairs and expressed my opinion on this, very politely I might add (with an emphasis on the politely), my mother was far from impressed. Clearly, she knew something I didn’t. Although, I’m a teenager and I know everything. So, I have no idea why she would doubt me.

So, in the end, of course we left and arrived with exactly 57 minutes until this delightful, once-in-a-lifetime event would begin. We made our way up to our seats in the nosebleeds, cheapo section of course and there we waited.

With a heavy sigh, I threw myself down into my seat which looked deceivingly squishy but was, in fact, a lot like sitting on some rather uncomfortable boulders. Frowning, I spent at least ten minutes shifting and squirming to find a position that was at least manageable.

Finally giving up on the idea of comfort, I propped my feet up on the seats in front of me which were empty at the time. I then proceeded to crack my neck and back in a manner that probably made me appear to be possessed and created the sound effect of a machine gun. I saw multiple people duck for cover in a rather dramatic display.

It was at this moment, when I had also begun to chew the gum I forgot to spit out before coming, that I noticed a young guy heading up the stairs towards our row. He glanced down at the ticket he held in his hand, and then his focused shifted to the seat directly next to me. Making his way up the last few steps, he reached the row and walked to his seat. I’d like to say I was as smooth and clever as I am while writing this, but sadly this is not the case.

“Hi,” he said with a slight smile, as he lowered himself to sit beside me.

With my legs still resting on the seats in front of me, I began struggling to shift myself from my hoodlum-rebellious teenager position into something that had at least a hint of the maturity and sophistication that I promise I posses. Let me tell you, in those narrow rows, with your mother on your right and this rather attractive guy to your left, this is no easy task. I’m pretty sure he received a few kicks to the shins.

“Hi,” I answered, surprising myself when my voice came out clear instead of cracking like a 12 year old boy’s.

I think there was more conversation, but I can’t guarantee this and I certainly can’t recall it as my brain had turned to mush. Yes, I can indeed be quite the pathetic teen girl  at times. Oh, Sam…

What I do recall, however, is the other young man who took it upon himself to simply ruin what was sure to be a budding romance. From where he stood in an aisle way beneath our section, he called out incredibly loudly and dramatically to his friend; complete with arm waving, shouting, whistling, and even some jumping/prancing just to really make it clear.

In moments, the guy was rising from his seat, giving me a halfhearted wave, and walking away with his horrid friend. After glaring at them until they disappeared from my sight, I went back to my hoodlum-rebellious angst-filled teenager position.

While I was staring off into the distance, imagining what it would be like to be watching Netflix right now, another man began making his way up to our row. And I could tell instantly that he would be absolutely wonderful to spend three hours with.

“Man, it’s like climbing a mountain!” he shouted, out of breath and struggling to finish his  challenging voyage.

When he managedw to reach the summit, he waddled his way into the row and with an unnecessarily loud sigh plopped himself down next to me.

“It’s really quiet up here” he whispered, leaning uncomfortable close. Shifting away from his garlic breath, I gave him a nod and focused my attention on the hundreds of other people milling around who had suddenly become very interesting.

Oh, wow. Look at that guy. His face was contorted with a disgusted and pained expression as he attempted to squeeze his way past a somewhat chubby old man.

Hah, and that lady! The one who comes last and forces the entire row to stand while she shimmies her way all the way past all of them.

Ah, well that couple cuddling quite intensely in front of me is somewhat disturbing… I think we’re done people watching now.

By this time, I had lost all hope of a pleasant experience and Sir Garlicbreath certainly was not helping.

Now, believe me, I could go into much more detail about the next three hours. I mean, the actual show hasn’t even started yet.. But, I’m getting exhausted just writing this stuff. It’s like reliving it all for a second time.. Shudder…

And so, I shall leave you with that while I spend the next countless hours therapeutically watching Netflix (specifically Supernatural, of course) and overcoming this traumatic experience.

The Octopus Boy

Thanks so much to Hann for writing this inspired by Charlie’s artwork for Picture Prompt #3. Her stories are so creative! I hereby declare that Hann now has the Sam Seal of Approval, and if you don’t already follow her you most certainly should!

Sam ‘n 200

art by Charlie Speratis
art by Charlie Speratis

I’ve just reached 200 followers, and to me that’s just completely mind blowing and amazing, especially considering I haven’t really posted for the last two weeks… I’ve also just been nominated for two awards by BubbaKavangha and Asil, so thank you so much to both of those amazing bloggers.

To all of you, I want you to know that I appreciate you so much more than you might think. I’ve loved having the chance to find so many crazy and wonderful people that I wouldn’t have without this blog. Your stories have touched my heart, your support has inspired me, and your humor has left me laughing very loudly in very public places. And love all of it.

I also want to thank Charlie, who has really been the biggest inspiration and supporter for me. I don’t doubt that quite a few of you were only sucked into this blog by her artwork that she creates just for me to use on this blog. As much as I wish she could, she doesn’t really get anything out of the deal other than a “THANK YOU! THAT’S SO AMAZING!” text from me, an occasional hug, and the compliments you leave her in the comments. And yet, she still creates that crazy beautiful artwork every week.

So, to each and every one of you, thank you.

I’ve loved getting to know you so far, and I’m always looking for new blogs, new posts, and any ideas or criticism so feel free to get in touch with me through email or through the comments.

You all are quite wonderful. But, still not as wonderful as Batman. Sorry.

Sam ‘n Charlie: Picture Prompt #4

Alas, I have returned from my brief hiatus (shout out to the great and powerful OM, I know that’s pretty much his favorite thing for bloggers to say) and let me tell you, I have missed you all so very much.

Especially you, you incredibly attractive person. Wow, you are just on point today. I’m digging those shoes, and that is quite the snazzy shirt you’ve got there. And did you get a haircut? It looks real nice. Dang, you are just lookin’ fine.

Anyway, in case you were not aware, today is in fact Tuesday. Of course, that inevitably means that today is also the day for your weekly dose of Sam ‘n Charlie.

If you missed the last post, you can check it out here, and as always feel free to use the  picture prompt created by Charlie Speratis and leave your link. We both would love to see what it inspires you to write.

artwork by Charlie Speratis
artwork by Charlie Speratis

Her small hands pressed against the cold glass of the window, her breath leaving a foggy mark as she leaned closer to gaze outside. It was dark out, the sun had set long ago and all that could be seen now were the stars as they danced about the sky and the moon looking down to watch.

But it was beautiful, magical to her young and untainted mind. She could hear the voices of the stars, singing and calling her name. They begged her to come dance with them, they begged her to join them. She could see the moon, smiling down at her, promising to show her secrets and things she had never even imagined.

She spun around away from the window, and hurried over to the front door. Without a thought, she turned until the lock released. She twisted the knob and gasped in delight as the brisk night breeze rushed at her, wrapping around her hand and leading her forward. It pulled her along, away from the hollowness of the house she left behind. She skipped and jumped from stone to stone as it guided her down the path.

The stars above cooed in delight and whispered their encouragement, their twinkling light captured in the depths of her own twinkling eyes. She smiled and waved to them, twirling and spinning as she danced with the breeze.  At last, they lifted off, the ground fading rapidly beneath them.

The breeze swirled off into the sky, stars rushing in to take its place. They held her and lifted her higher and higher. They danced with her and carried her and gave her their light.

She looked down from where she was so high above, and she heard the mourning cries. She saw the tear streaked faces, illuminated by the flickering candle light. And she saw herself, although no longer the same, now it was just the hollow house of her soul  left behind. Broken and weak, sad and pained.

But that was left behind too.

She was happy now, she was free.

Blowing a kiss to the world down below, she wished them the best and said her goodbyes.

Then, she let the stars carry her away to dance and to sing for the rest of their nights. To shine down their heavenly light.

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