Nature | Stream of Consciousness

Have you ever seen a sight as beautiful as nature untamed? ~ It races without a heartbeat, a pulse, or gleam of sweat. The heat of the sun, rather than slow it, allows it to expand expeditiously about its expansive canvas, as long as rain is a constant variable in life’s divine equation. Free of…

Cherubs of Blaiic | Poem

No greater beings can be found in the entirety of this earthly plane to hold the essence of spirituality and purity as the cherubs of Blaiic No human kindness can compete, no mortal action can compare to the effervescent vivacity within a cherub of Blaiic’s care They hail from a northern kingdom guarded by silver…

Moon’s Bedlam | Short Story

There is no future more bright than a future that is not mine. I do not love the stars because they all glow above me, all bathe me in their brilliant golden aura as if to pity me. If I am to destroy my enemy, I must tear myself apart limb by limb. ~ “The…

Italian Autumn | Short Story

There is nothing worse than sadness on a beautiful day. Her hands were overflowing with worry, the poor genovesi and liquor coffee at the mercy of her shaky, anxious grip. To travel so far, to sit outside the forno she had spent thousands to get to and barely mutter a word, to be cast in…

adonis atop stone | short story

Ascend the steps to the raised city above, hear those wild and intrepid bumbles and trips over drapes and cloths, hear the bodies of breath as we climb, ducking our heads as carriages fly by, the pillars of white marble standing stoic to catch our trembling hands. All about us are the people and its…

No Proof Of Yesterday | Ramblings

I stand in a room, noticing the walls that create the square I stand. I then wonder what proof there was that today existed. There is none. No one in a year, let alone in a millennium, would know that this day existed. Not how the day existed through my eyes, at least. That was…

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…

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,…

Vice City, Jainu | One Line Story

This short story is based off my novel, Accursed Red. Enjoy! ~ In the heart of the most beautiful city in Dark Earth, standing beneath the skyscrapers and starlight, there stood the curse, a young woman who told herself to forget about all her troubles for just one glorious, befuddling night. ~ Sammicakes