Samantha Carr
@samc4rr.bsky.social
Writer.
Artist.
Phd Creative Writing candidate.
Artist.
Phd Creative Writing candidate.
The previous owner had left a #loom and although she'd never used one, she intuitively knew how to weave. But she had no thread to hand. Instead, she used what she could grab. First was a spider and her web. Second - tangled strands from her hairbrush. Third was dust from the bookshelf.
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January 20, 2026 at 8:02 AM
Mum always said it wasn't about the destination, but the journey.
Mate, you've #veered so far off course, this is an expedition into unchartered territory.
Fun isn't it. I didn't even know this place existed - fancy a pint in the village pub.
Huh? Fine, as long as you turn off the meter.
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Mate, you've #veered so far off course, this is an expedition into unchartered territory.
Fun isn't it. I didn't even know this place existed - fancy a pint in the village pub.
Huh? Fine, as long as you turn off the meter.
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January 19, 2026 at 8:01 AM
What are the symptoms?
There's a twitch, a #murmur, then her eyes roll so you can see the whites.
And how often does this happen?
Whenever I tell her I love her.
Well, Sir, the symptoms you describe are hypnogogic with myoclonic twitches.
Is it curable?
Ahem, it means she's falling asleep.
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There's a twitch, a #murmur, then her eyes roll so you can see the whites.
And how often does this happen?
Whenever I tell her I love her.
Well, Sir, the symptoms you describe are hypnogogic with myoclonic twitches.
Is it curable?
Ahem, it means she's falling asleep.
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January 18, 2026 at 8:04 AM
Are you serious, you still haven't paid them?
I love the way the light #dapples across the red notices on my bills, as though trying to accentuate their importance. But the only thing that matters to me is you.
Give over, you like to stick it to the machine. Most of the time you hate me.
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I love the way the light #dapples across the red notices on my bills, as though trying to accentuate their importance. But the only thing that matters to me is you.
Give over, you like to stick it to the machine. Most of the time you hate me.
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January 17, 2026 at 8:54 AM
The team watched as Peter, the new sous chef, began to #sear the phoenix. The lifeless bird burst into flames, flapped its wings, then spat feathers over the pan before flying out of the open window.
Sorry lad, it's just too funny, gets me every time, said the head chef between chortles.
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Sorry lad, it's just too funny, gets me every time, said the head chef between chortles.
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January 16, 2026 at 8:46 AM
Her #heart felt propped up by pillows
in a hospital bed - felt prongs
of nasal oxygen
her heart felt cells welcome
incoming streams of medicine,
a relief of shift for the exhausted
day crew -
felt grateful
felt the vibration of good news,
her heart felt held,
knew she was
deeply loved
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in a hospital bed - felt prongs
of nasal oxygen
her heart felt cells welcome
incoming streams of medicine,
a relief of shift for the exhausted
day crew -
felt grateful
felt the vibration of good news,
her heart felt held,
knew she was
deeply loved
#vss365
January 15, 2026 at 8:41 AM
You've heard of the chocolate factory, but not the pub next door - the #Wonky Willy. The place where the Oompa Loompa folk hung out after hours. They partied as hard as they worked, and laughed about the euphemism golden ticket. It usually meant a trip to the clinic. #vss365
January 14, 2026 at 7:56 AM
The little red hen shuffles out to the coop #stoop and watches the sunset. In the darkness, she imagines a rooster somewhere settling down to sleep as she inhales and makes the loudest whoop she's ever chirped. Hopefully his feathers will fall out and we can all have a lie in now.
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January 13, 2026 at 8:41 AM
She was tired of housework, chores and picking up after everyone. She decided to teach them a lesson - piled up the #slapdash mess of cups, empty wrappers and barely worn clothes and sat down. It was the best time, she read 3 novels and wrote a poetry pamphlet before they found her.
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January 12, 2026 at 7:55 AM
I thought he said I was an amazing cook, but he'd said I was a #kook. I then took a dish of my shepherd’s pie with a twist - where I add a hint of chocolate and popping candy. Well, let's just say that man got quite handsy. Turns out he likes mad me - but is he a bit too plain for me?
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January 11, 2026 at 9:54 AM
I warned you when we started dating, I'm the type of chick that's #unmissable. You thought I was coy, you'd forget me, I would bore you and you'd move on. But I was trying to be kind. I meant you'd never miss me because once I've chosen you, you don't get to leave. Do you believe in ghosts?
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January 10, 2026 at 9:18 AM
I warned you when we started dating, I'm the type of chick that's #unmissable. You thought I was coy, you'd forget me, I would bore you and you'd move on. But I was trying to be kind. I meant you'd never miss me because once I've chosen you, you don't get to leave. Do you believe in ghosts?
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The door buzzed just as she nodded off after lying awake all night. She stomped to answer it, grunted at the poor #delivery guy. She didn't remember ordering anything, but that wasn't new. Weirdly the handwriting on the parcel looked like hers. A VHS tape? How the hell could she watch that?
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January 9, 2026 at 8:59 AM
She stands by the seashore and holds a spent gun shell up to her ear. Hears the whisper of a first draft poem written by a mother from the City of Lakes. Places smooth round pebbles in a circle and #adorns the centre with the bullet. Salt caresses her toes as she mutters a prayer.
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January 8, 2026 at 8:49 AM
Hon, when I asked you to let me know what's wrong, I meant you could talk to me about it. Not create a four movement #symphony and tour the world.
Ah, babe, Bee in F minor is part one of the six series sequence. Do you like it though? If not, I could write a sequel.
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Ah, babe, Bee in F minor is part one of the six series sequence. Do you like it though? If not, I could write a sequel.
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January 7, 2026 at 8:32 AM
The scientists thought they'd just proven #spooky action at a distance with their experiment. But they were unaware of the drones watching them, operated by a different collective of scientists, who had predicted exactly this outcome. They, in turn, were unaware of the stealth satellites.
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January 6, 2026 at 8:36 AM
Austin lay in the bath, covered by an improbable layer of bubbles. He loved the sensation of them fizzing on his skin just before they burst. He might be an #oddball, but it was the closest thing to physical touch he'd found. He chatted to his rubber duck, sometimes it replied.
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January 5, 2026 at 8:04 AM
Det. Mace was completely #clueless. Well, she had a dead body, but no fingerprints, suspects or motive. Her favourite type of case, she could use her special skills. For this one she'd need reanimation, a chat to the victim. He was angry about being awoken, but she got the info she needed.
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January 4, 2026 at 9:25 AM
The ponies chew on fresh wet grass in the early morning sun. Mum, do humans really play dress up and lock themselves in office cages during the day to avoid light touching their skin?
I don't know honey, I think it must be #balderdash. That sort of game must get boring eventually.
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I don't know honey, I think it must be #balderdash. That sort of game must get boring eventually.
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January 3, 2026 at 9:30 AM
The ponies chew on fresh wet grass in the early morning sun. Mum, do humans really play dress up and lock themselves in office cages during the day to avoid light touching their skin?
I don't know honey, I think it must be #balderdash. That sort of game must get boring eventually.
#vss365
I don't know honey, I think it must be #balderdash. That sort of game must get boring eventually.
#vss365
She waits in the queue with the same ceramic bottle her nanna had carried. Her mum taught her the knack of traction for water #abstraction from Ladywell. The girls distract themselves with news of the fictional kind. She knows the devil makes work for idle minds, recites poetry instead. #vss365
January 2, 2026 at 7:29 AM
She waits in the queue with the same ceramic bottle her nanna had carried. Her mum taught her the knack of traction for water #abstraction from Ladywell. The girls distract themselves with news of the fictional kind. She knows the devil makes work for idle minds, recites poetry instead. #vss365
Madam, can I interest you in our new fragrance? This is #Delight, only £89.99. An olfactory sensation that specifically triggers neurons of joy. Here, let me dab this on your pulse points. Feels good doesn't it. Let me sign you up to a plan. You can't ever let this wear off.
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January 1, 2026 at 8:57 AM
Do you remember when we used to wake up and share our #dreams? Wanting to know every aspect of each other - a hunger more ravenous with each bite. And now? Now I'm not sure if we even share the same air. But sometimes in my sleep, I imagine the warmth of you lying beside me.
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December 31, 2025 at 9:08 AM
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I hope tomorrow night you are all blessed by the New Year Good Luck Lemon Piglet ❤️...
Every day, our blood #travels 12,000 miles. Twice around the earth. Nerve impulses race 180mph, but we don't have neurons in our blood. We can't feel our inner tides, or the earth spinning 1000 mph, whilst orbiting the sun 18.5 miles/sec. Or the sun's turn around galactic centre 450,000 mph
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December 30, 2025 at 9:17 AM
She peeked out of the window, the sky was grey and heavy, pregnant and about to pour. There wasn't a soul around. The streets teemed with people, but they'd all sold theirs. She decided to wait until the heavens opened, she preferred being a #sole trader when making transactions.
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December 29, 2025 at 10:49 AM
She jumped at the opportunity to move to #Mars. The rent was cheap with the chance for delicious peace. But without people to argue with, all that was left was the damn red dust. She cleaned three times a day, but there was always a layer. The Martians felt the same about her skin cells.
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December 28, 2025 at 10:50 AM