Stories tagged “tea”

  • Giving Birth

    Melissa sat, pen in hand, spilling her ideas onto the paper. Her mind continued to fuel the wrist movement, and the words just kept flowing. In her mind, the majority of her characters were extensions of herself, be it her darker or more pleasant quali...

  • In the Heat of the Diet

    Well they say that on one side there’s Liberty and Tyranny on the other. Angels and Demons the lot of us. Right Next Door to one another for all this flying Under the Radar. Say are you going to eat anything you look starved? I am but I’ve ...

  • Floriography

    Edward’s tea, not even half finished, had gone cold. So had Edward. Elizabeth picked up a crisp, white napkin and dabbed at the corners of her mouth. She had grown fond of him and his confident, though chaste, advances. In fact, of all her suitor...

    • Author: jesteram
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Inhuman Confession

    She looked up at me, her mascara smeared horribly. I guessed she hadn’t bothered to take it off from that day’s school. I realized her eyes were drifting to the inside of her left arm, and I sensed guilt. “Emma…” I started...

  • Here to Torment Me

    “Are you here to torment me?” The question is growled with a faded British accent, the kind you get after too many years away from the home country. She looks across the card table with an uneasy squint that distorts her already wrinkled fa...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Morning Peace

    Morning silence, a cup of good mint mate, the need to practice piano, the promise of a good morning… Life is good, indeed.

  • The Good For Nothing Detective: Jones Missing Pants

    “May I offer you some tea?” Detective Jones stood from behind the bench, making his way to the window. Where sat two sets of books, and a kettle on a hot stove. “Mr. Jones why are you not wearing any pants and further more where is your pants?

  • 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...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Just Desserts

    “May I pour, Dorothy?” Alice said. “The teapot is ever so heavy, and you shan’t be able to lift it. I remember your tales, my dear, and how much coddling you needed in Oz. You weren’t able to do much of anything for yourself, really, rely...

    • Author: August Rode
    • Posted over 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Mrs. Peacock Gets Rocked (pt. 1 of 2)

    Mrs. Peacock sits in her white wicker chair complacently basking in a bright beam of warm October sunlight. She snoozes in and out of a luxurious dream— something indescribably lovely and peaceful— like heaven. The teapot awakens her with a...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • The Lemon

    I grasp A lemon Fresh and firm Bright yellow Bicep curling It to the counter Steady under hand Pressing its erratic Tendency to wobble Immobile. ^ I Cut it in half One side rolls off On a tight axis. The inside layer is white Like the mouth Of a cotton...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Pandora Jae [[LoA]]

    You had a young, rambunctious chocolate labrador named San-Fran. I would look down at you two from the window of my flat, holding a cup of earl grey close to my face, its steam rising in the morning light. At 6:15 a.m. you’d emerge from the build...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Sampson

    “You rang, Sir?” “Indeed I did Sampson. Sit down.” Sampson promptly took a seat in the polished wooden chair that stood in front of the chairman’s enormous desk. It was covered in papers all of the time but Sampson had no ...

    • Author: Murj;
    • Posted about 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Take 42

    The buxom blonde ran just behind her piercing screams. She was the serial killer’s perfect ten. Parts of her were heaving. What wasn’t heaving was disheveled, quivering, or agog. It seemed like she had been running for hours. She could hear...

    • Author: ahem_ingway
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Tea

    My office door opened just after four. “Are you Luis Baker the Private Eye?” “That’s what it says on the chart.” I replied asking the dame her name. “Miss Biscuit,” she said, “if you really must know.” Her words crisp as she rolled in...

    • Author: Sir Bic
    • Posted almost 4 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Very Small Assault

    “Mum, the lawn gnomes are moving.” “What, Mika? We don’t…” The kettle’s impertenent blare interrupted her thought. More ritual than conscious effort, Hattie made tea, nothing exotic or fancy, just tea. Such was...

    • Author: THX 0477
    • Posted over 3 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • What is love? (Mature)

    Why does love have to be so fucking complicated? Here I am, at midnight, standing over his sleeping body, thinking about how much I love him, knowing we’re just going to get up in the morning and fight. Over what? I don’t know. Neither does...

  • Liquid Sunshine

    A tired and weary day hangs up its blazing coat on the grove of stoic oaks standing tall in the yard. Hot, dusty air settles over the ancient wooden porch where a child and grandmother sit, sipping tea and watching the sun slowly slip toward the horizo...

    • Author: MaddyRose
    • Posted almost 3 years ago.
  • The Silk Lily: Haunted

    Raiku watched the two girls disappear around the corner of the hallway in the direction of the communal baths. An aura of solemn secrecy surrounded them. In a way that was good, soon they would come to regard each other as sisters. However there was so...

  • Tea? Or...? (Mature)

    It had been too long a time since I had last seen Mr. Peter Johnson, and so I kissed him affectionately when he appeared. “Hello, Kitty,” he smiled, recovering. “May I come in?” “Please do,” said I, and he entered. It was not long after tha...

    • Author: BARomero
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
  • These Long Nights: Acceptable Hospitality

    On the whole, Max found the sitting room rather depressing. It didn’t look like it hadn’t been used for a while either. Moira returned a few minutes later bearing a tray laden with a steaming teapot and a pair of tea cups. She unloaded the ...

  • Airships: Bursting at the Seams

    Elletra took a sip of the tea and sighed in contentment. Perhaps this wouldn’t be too bad. “Alright, so you asked what I was running from. Basically, everything. I grew up in what was formerly known as Italy. It doesn’t have a name no...

  • Don't Bother

    The woman began to prepare a cup of tea with the practiced gestures of a familiar art. She was seated in the conservatory with a tea trolley next to her.The jungle of exotic, potted plants that surrounded her basked in the sunlight that shone through t...

    • Author: Silhouette
    • Posted over 2 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Crispin Juniper: Green Tea (Mature)

    A lush,green jungle surrounded Crispin. The air was moist, and filled with an earthy smell that had a hint of honeysuckle. He made his way through the dense leaves until he came upon a clearing. A tiny voice called to him and upon looking down Crispin ...

    • Author: rkalajian
    • Posted about 2 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Crispin Juniper: Honeybush (Mature)

    Crispin found himself at a circular table with three rather exotic,young women. They shared stories and laughed in the summer heat, sipping tea and nibbling biscuits. The air here was dry, warm, pleasant, and smelled of honey. Crispin fanned himself an...

    • Author: rkalajian
    • Posted about 2 years ago.