He was a man, light and pretty. He handed me a bouquet of mimosas, yellow and full. I was just a woman, stunned and amazed. I tell him, “Oh, baby, these flowers are beautiful!” ~Sammicakes
Category: Short Stories
Movies & Shows I Watched in July 2023
Happy August, all! This was the month I wrapped up my internship, ending the month with a successful presentation and poster session. During busier times like these, I would typically default to my usual Gilmore Girls. That being so, I only watched 12 movies this month and read one book. All of them were so…
5 Things You Must Do by the End of Your Life for Joy & Fulfillment |Wisdom from my Baby Sister
I asked my little sister, “What are five things people should do by the end of their lives in order to feel like their life was fulfilling?” Here is what she replied with: What do you think of this middle schooler’s wisdom? What brings fulfillment in your life? ~Sammicakes
Fitness Goals of 2023 | Comfort in my Skin & Better Body Image
Body confidence and comfort is something I haven’t known for about a decade now–ever since entering middle school. Even when I was very thin (almost lanky) I had begun to think to myself I’m so much bigger than all the others girls. In a way, it was true! I’ve always been taller than most of…
princess transformation | self-indulgent dress sequence
the princess adorns her new gown for the ball, feeling more beautiful and strange than ever before! Laileah sat on a low window seat, swinging her feet. As she waited for the other woman, she admired the craftsmanship of her gown. It was one of the most delicate shades of blue she had ever seen,…
A Child Born With a Greater Propensity for Sadness than His Peers
memories of the fairytale’s prince In a clearing that had lost its detail and remained only its space and existence were four children. Two boys of bronze skin and golden hair, and the other set of twins the boys both called Flower. One of the boys, louder and brash, was usually not to play with…
Words of the Beloved
What a gift she was, what a gift she held, what a gift she loved. There would be no satisfaction in death for either of them, she thought, if they did not complete what they were tasked to do.
Wicked Beauty of the Only Queen
A moment of recollection: Her humor, her compassion, her intellect, her passion, her love– all of it had once stemmed from her sadness. It guided her perspective and worldview. It led her actions, and it inspired the thoughts she shared aloud with me. That ache of emptiness ascended her to the stars. Now all I…
memory and her loss
Memory tucked in music and hidden in laughs. The memories in smells, in sounds, and in touches. The memories he held dearest were the ones the mind always tried to erase the fastest. The memories he held would never mean as much after the transfer of thoughts to the parchment, but he tried his best….
all for nothing
written 10/16 “I spent so much of my time worrying about things that don’t matter. How many hours did I read about all the different types of flowers, I couldn’t tell you. I thought I had loved them. I truly believed I did. It was nice to study their intricacies and what made them distinct…
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