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…

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

The Purpose of a Leader | Essay

This essay was for a scholarship entry about the qualities of a leader. If you would like to check out my book Accursed Red, click here. Thank you! ~ The qualities people value most and the ones leaders depend upon are two separate groups. It is an unfortunate reality, and it would be a lie…

Sunshine Blogger Award!!

I was nominated by the lovely Belladonna for this award, and I’m very honored. (Psst– all of you should really check out her blog and YouTube channel!!) If you are a mutual of mine on WordPress, I nominate you, and I’ll have ten new questions at the bottom of the page! Rules: Thank the person…