Since baking is one of my favorite things to do (hence the name Sammicakes!) and because I have assigned pastries to make for my culinary class, I wanted to share all of the sweets I’ve made in the past few weeks! I’ll attach the recipes at the bottom of the page in case any of…
Author: sammicakes
18 year-old college student and writer of the fantasy novel accursed red
Storms on an Easter Sunday
In the middle of writing stories for scholarships and virtual church services there is a light gray storm forming outside my window. It is not violent or on the surface all that threatening but when a force hides its ability to be menacing it keeps the people at large fearful and uneasy. It may be…
Even MORE Doodles and Sketches By a Girl Who Can’t Draw
We’ve had more time to do the things we love, so here’s some more bad drawings! If you want to see my first post of doodles and sketches, click here. Only a few of these pictures were based off of references, so the poses aren’t as dynamic. I’ll be sure to practice more poses and…
2020: The Weirdest Academic Year & Spring Break
We may not have to duck under our desks to dodge potential missiles, but I can bet that this school year will be one worthy for its own pages in a 2040 textbook and a three hour cautionary documentary. Currently I am in a state of limbo, shafted somewhere between a focused senior and an…
struggles for the black bird
turn your head to the left a little further than you normally would. see the black bird perched on your shoulder with bleak black eyes strung in its head like beads. love and care for that bird, but do not remove him from your shoulders. cry at night, or in the day if you can’t…
Quondam Winds (Part 2)
There was one night when she was fifteen that was especially cold. She had been through what she had thought was the coldest of colds two years ago, but this one was far worse. She felt her toes go numb and her fingers grow so brittle that it felt like they had been cut off….
Quondam Winds (Part 1)
A desert literacy story for a contest. Enjoy! Long sheets of black hair weighed down by the heavy atmosphere and flying particles of sand, a girl sat patiently in the shade of a dune and studied the thousands of books surrounding her. The girl’s last memory had been when she and her father were practicing…
The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act
The Virus of Panic, Delusion, and the EARN IT Act We know how the world runs. The rich do the running, the poor do the watching. No matter where we stand, we know how it operates. Among that sector of the rich are the people who literally run our world–our government. The policies they enact…
Pervasive Words| Limnisa Contest Story
“stay rude” ~ 1997 A flood began the night Agapa’s husband left. Shutters were torn down from the aggressive vigor of the rain, and the gutters were so filled to the brim with water that Avram slipped and broke his nose on his way to his car. Agapa watched him go from the dripping window,…
Clockwork Reversed | Poem
To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…
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