This was an essay for a scholarship I wrote in May. Enjoy! ~ In the wakes of the pandemic, our dependence on technology has become more pronounced than ever. College classes have all moved online; grade schools are following suit, though the change is not so foreign for them. Most families in my county have…
Author: sammicakes
18 year-old college student and writer of the fantasy novel accursed red
Smoking in The Shade
Originally posted on The Macédoine:
The cigarette is the only thing That is real A quivering hand darts, grabs the lighter Fire. A breath leaves the cigarette And a puff of smoke escapes chapped lips The cigarette is the only thing That exists You tap it, Ridding it of its ashen coat. It is…
Sonderlust | Poem
Visions of sonder that transpire down yonder traveling around the block again. Tip the man with his scuffed, cuffed pants, and wait until the moment is your friend. Sidewalks are busy, the yellow dresses and loose shirts dancing, while the wind plays a mellifluous tune. Night soon falls, all lilac and dark and still. And…
Patience and Cheesecake | Saturday Thoughts
Hello and hello! For the people who keep up with my blog, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been a bit absent. I’m nearing the end of my summer college courses, which means lots of prep work for finals and presentations. My mind has been very focused on the more academic side of my life…
Drawing Toph Beifong |Saturday Sketch
Hello and hello, everyone! As most of you that know, I usually post an update of my drawing skills every couple of weeks. (Check them out here and here!) One piece I made for Father’s Day two weeks ago was something I’ve been meaning to post. Toph is my dad’s favorite character from Avatar: The…
July Snow | Short Story
A small pile of snow had gathered upon a spot on the pavement outside the schoolhouse, right next to the slightly ajar gate. The snow that had came last week had all vanished, save for that one pile in the shade. July sunlight had came and made the grasses shine and made the concrete burn–and…
lavender and blackberry sleep | poem
slip into consciousness at the touch of cotton soft skin and contrasting fingertips. eye the waving sultry curls of blond against brown locks, after closing the satin blinds, drawing in closer the four walls, existence beyond glistening and diminishing into small nothingness. the nothingness slips away, slips away, slips away… understand the importance of this…
American Ignorant | One Liner Wednesday
This post was written for Linda G. Hill’s One Liner Wednesday prompt. After a lot of research, and some time watching videos on all the awful beliefs Americans hold on to without actually knowing what they’re talking about, this line came to me. Enjoy! ~ You just can’t escape American ignorance. ___________________________________ ~ Sammicakes
comfort in the nothingness | SoCs prose
Happy Saturday, everyone! This stream of consciousness piece is written for Linda G. Hill’s SOC Saturdays with the prompt as “coffee, tea, or me.” Enjoy! ~ you aren’t you. you’re everything everyone thinks you are. you aren’t your own skin, you can’t feel your bones. the words in your brain do not exist. am I coffee,…
train at six | poem
tie your laces feel the beads of sweat stuck to your skin look at the slowly sinking afternoon sun the harsh feel of crushed rock beneath your exposed knee and then hear the sound– that sound you had only ever heard in the stillness of deep night hear the train tremble on its track some…
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