Stories tagged “coffee”
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Closing Time
Despite the scathing looks the employees shot his way for walking in five minutes before closing, he walked up to the register and ordered his usual small coffee. The girl behind the counter was polite enough, though she didn’t smile and her R...
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listen...to the violent silence
She was watching him, waiting “You don’t know,” he started, “the silence, its killing me inside. I’m dying. The silence, isn’t it affecting you? Or am I the only one going insane?” The coffee was now resolved to a ring at the bottom of hi...
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In The Heat of The Moment
The lights filled the nights skies, filling the dark void with vibrant heart beat in the heat of the night. Detective Garret sat in the parking lot off of the highway, drinking his morning coffee when the call went threw to his receiver. “Women i...
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One Last Detail
“So where’d ya get it?” He said as he lifted his chin a degree, pointing at the magazine I had placed on the table between us. I shrugged and tried to sound cavalier. “I’m a thief.” He smiled and sipped his coffee, a...
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Out for Coffee, In the Tea
One sip and I remembered why I hated traveling. Egyptian coffee is the worst, if you’re picking an exotic locale to visit and stake out a cafe. The sun beat down, threatening to ignite my fedora and white suit. That would have been a shame consid...
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Wait.
Every waiting room in the world has the same coffee – burnt from sitting on the burner too long, stale from an institutional-sized can of grounds that seldom gets resealed properly. Emergency Room coffee is even worse. On top of the stale and the...
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Un-sweet
no sugar? melancholy drips from your eyes. be careful, don’t let it get into the cardboard cup looks up scared of what he might see. steam quivers towards the sky, bitter bitter steam. sip sip sip swallow gulp. beating underneath your shirt, teari...
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The Thrill
He was up to his wrists in it, that hot, sticky, wonderful mess. The man had screamed, but just barely, and now, ten minutes later, the street was quiet and still. No one had heard them. If someone had, this was the type of city where no one lifts thei...
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Automatic Response
Love. Sounds complicated, doesn’t it? Humans have struggled to come to grips with the emotion and it’s effects on the psyche for millenia. Some are desperate to find it, some wish they didn’t feel it, some even think it doesn’t ...
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Common Sense Fails Again
My common sense kept telling me, Don’t do anything drastic, today just can’t handle a huge change. Aw, c’mon, temptation suavely said, what’s the harm in trying a new kind of coffee? It’s just a different flavor, nothing h...
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Le Jour Effroyable d'Ernest, La Deuxieme Partie
Rather than attend to the multitude of messages awaiting his reply, Ernest allowed his mind to wander regarding the scene before his eyes. Many thoughts occurred to him. We’re having an earthquake. The sun is exploding. Wait, the sun has exploded...
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fritz & zooey reinvented
Zooey tried to remember the last time she showered as she finger combed stringy locks of dark hair absently while lounging on an emerald armchair. Her bedhead had given her a chameleon-like ability among her fellow unwashed wannabe-hipster neighbors. I...
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morning salutations
With a swift gesture, the lid was ripped ferociously away from the coffee canister. Grinds were measured with a bent spoon, poured and spilled thoughtlessly in all the wrong places until they finally were aimed into the filter. Zooey pushed the brew bu...
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the morning after
More banging and groaning persisted. The figure reemerged and made its way towards the armchair’s fellow, the bedsheets dragging slowly behind, picking up unswept patches of dust in its trail. “Morning Fritz, dear,” Zooey sang out che...
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Drink Responsibly
Seb breathed his coffee in deeply, smiling. Conversely, Mark was eying his coffee with a degree of suspicion and disgust. In all fairness Mark had said he wasn’t into coffee, but Seb had grown tired of their pub conversations. He felt that as the...
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Rule the World With Coffee
“Rogers, how many times must I tell you?” “Apparently several, sir.” “Very well Rogers, let’s go through this again. Remember the South Americans that snuck over the border last week? Well, they had in tow a new spec...
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Singles Going Steady
A quiet jazz melody broke through the conversations that intertwined and became one loud, overbearing mumble of a noise that encased the interior of the coffee shop like a humid summer heat. The barista behind the counter, feeling a certain groove well...
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Bookmarks
Ruby got up and made her way to the condiment bar with her cup, and was soon doctoring the drink with sugar and cocoa powder. She took a preemptive sip and silently congratulated her efforts. Back at the table, she returned to the book, but soon found ...
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Daydreamery
Ruby sighed and sat for a moment, nursing her cold cup of coffee she had nestled in her hands. She stared blankly out the window, not at anything in particular. She was infamous for spacing out for lengthy amounts of time. Sometimes she would get to th...
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Reference Points
Ruby snapped out of her daydreams when the dull murmur of voices once again overtook the music. She looked down at the now empty cup of coffee cradled in her hands and noted how despite her mind drifting completely into other realms, she could still re...
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Sincerity?
The barista who had earlier turned up the stereo, had resigned to a break, and on his way, brought over a second cup of coffee for Ruby and one for himself, and seated himself next to her. “Hey Ruby, you look like you need some fuel,” he said with ...
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Small Talk
The barista stared out the window for a moment, gave a dramatic sigh to possibly ensue some sort of conversation with Ruby and then looked over at her expectantly. Ruby was not enthused in the slightest, but decided to humor him anyway. “So…how’s...
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An Important Moment
“Why’s that?” The barista said, looking over now at Ruby with a somewhat confused expression creeping up onto his face. “Because, people think that they can attempt to do something important, just like that, like they need some sort of validati...
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Across the Street
Neil tapped his pencil with growing aggression. It had been three months since he had written anything worth mention, and he was growing incredibly irksome. The cursor on the laptop screen blinked against a blank white surface of a hopeless attempt at ...
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Blame it on the Splenda
Neil sipped at the now room temperature brew and observed his surroundings for some hint of mild literary inspiration. He drifted almost immediately towards the large windows facing the street outside. On the opposite side of the street there was anoth...