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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…

CHARLIE COME BACK!

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 Charlie: Picture Prompt #5


Property of Charlie Speratis
Property of Charlie Speratis

“This one’s a weed,” they said, disgust written plainly on their faces. “This one’s not as good as us, never will be.”

I could feel myself wilting, beaten down beneath their harsh glares and judgment. I shriveled up, curling in on myself, starved of approval and love. My roots were shallow, I couldn’t reach beyond them. It was killing me. I was a flower, and everyone knows a flower can’t survive without light and care.

But, what if they were right? What if I was a weed? Would that change things?

If I was a weed…

That would make me a fighter, adapting and surviving. Despite the drought, despite the poor soil, I would still grow. Pushing my way up through the sidewalk crack, where they told me not to go. Wherever I set my mind, wherever my dreams and my will take me, that’s where I grow.

So what if I lose the delicate petals and the beauty of a flower? That only made me fragile anyway. Forget about depending on others to help carry me on. I’ll do it myself, let the wind carry me where I’m meant to be. I don’t need to be admired and wanted by the majority, they had to destroy you first. Besides, all of those things that they say make me ugly are what I say makes me beautiful, what makes US beautiful. The battle scars, what remains of past struggles and challenges overcome. The faded colors, memories of everything we’ve endured. The ever climbing vine, proof of our ability to achieve, our ability to overcome.

In the end, they were right. This one is a weed. And yes, this one will never be like them. And yes, this one is not as good as them.

This one is better.


Sorry for the delay, my wifi hasn’t been cooperating.

As always, feel free to use the prompt (giving Charlie Speratis credit for the art, of course) and leave us a link to check it out.

Keep growing and climbing, you crazy little weed.

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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