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“Earl Grey Everywhere” by Alexis Araneta

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Colin, this is how I know I’m totally besotted with you: No matter which place I’m in, from the dizzying buzz of London’s streets to a sun-bathed tropical plain, I smell earl grey everywhere when I think of you. I just can’t deny it. It seems that anytime my mind fixes itself on your honeyed smile or your warm velvet laugh, every single drop of affection in me boils over until it whistles in my ear. Then, like clockwork, the air infuses itself with the sweet hints of bergamot rind and an aromatic haze of lapsang --- pervasive like the i...

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“The Unfriending” by Kristy Schnabel

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"I can't be your friend anymore." I stood next to Helen's red front door as her facial muscles migrated from a forced smile to shock. She didn't like surprise visits, even from her best friend."What's wrong?" said she."It's cold. May I come in?""Of course. I have the kettle on. Would you like a cup of tea? You see, I'm being gracious despite what you said.""No tea." I stared at my feet."Well, would you like to sit down?""No. I need to stay standing." We faced each other in her foyer."What do you think I've done?"I thrust the one-page governm...

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“ELIM CIVOLUDAR'S MEMOIRS: PETER PAN SYNDROME” by Darvico Ulmeli

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November, 2012Dear Future, Me,I hope this letter finds you well.I wanted to share my reflections with you because you have always been someone I trust to understand me - or at least listen to what I say. You've always meant more to me than just a page in my journal. Every time I opened a new page, it felt like a breeze on my face.Lately, I've been grappling with growing up and what it means to me. Sometimes, I feel the weight of societal expectations on me - the pressure to conform to specific standards simply because of my age. It's like an...

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“Chava” by Ari Walker

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September 30, 1979Chava,Because this was the end, Bernie rented a big house on the lake for one last shindig before the winter would set in, and I would die. The place had a wrap-around veranda in the shadow of a grove of large deciduous trees blowing and dancing and holding space on the edge of the lake, their brilliant leaves obscuring the setting sun, her light refracting through their boughs, reflecting from the lake, alighting here and there upon the drifting piles of autumn leaves littering the low cropped turf, etc.Bernie placed a cup...

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“Ms K Kettle” by Jordan Williams

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"It just isn’t fair!” Tina bawled into her hands. The steaming cup of tea in front of her slowly cooling. I reached out to offer her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I know it isn’t fair. Some people get super strength, some people can fly and some even time travel. But you, you, have the power to heat tea.” I gave her as much comfort as I could. Which, considering we had only just met, was not a lot. From between her fingers the client stared at me with watery eyes. “Its just my boss…he’s not very nice. And he has an incredible pow...

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“Tea for Three” by John K Adams

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Checking the day’s schedule, Maude looked forward to meeting her first-time client, Silesia. Her daily prep included the wide variety of tea blends sufficient to the day’s demands. Maude called her social events ‘Pours.’ Modeled after the traditional Japanese tea ceremony, she aimed deeper than mere tranquility. Her delicious, blended teas reoriented her client’s views of themselves and the world. She tailored each concoction individually by adding herbs and essential oils. Every ingredient was organic and non-toxic.Of course, it was all leg...

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“Bless Me, Father, for I Have Sinned” by Michael Jefferson

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Seventy-two-year-old Father Ronin McIntire shuffles alongside Killian Coyle, the director of White Birch Hospice Care. Balding and quietly spoken, with tranquil blue eyes peering out from behind round, steel-rimmed glasses, Ronin listens attentively to Killian. “After all these years, Ronin, you’re still putting in twice as many hours as the rest of the staff. You’ve been running on fumes ever since COVID. You used to look like a linebacker, but now you’re a string bean. You should take some time to rest and take care of yourself.” “The pati...

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“Plead Till The Fifth” by Isabella Musso

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It’s always, “It’s not you.” Life is unfair. The world is a cruel place. And honestly, I can’t argue with that. Things happen that defy logic—unjust, arbitrary things. I believe in bad luck.But then there are moments like this—moments of startling clarity—when I realise I’ve come full circle. And in this particular moment, I‘ve come to know for certain now: it‘s not the world. It‘s me.This thought isn’t revolutionary—a groundbreaking epiphany. In fact, it’s an experience so ordinary it teeters on the edge of cliché. Things don’t work out: jo...

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“The Tenant” by Laurie Molnar

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Another dispute is heard from the gritty stairwell of ‘Fydor’s Apartments and Housing’. Flickering wall fixtures dot every door; the only light during November’s grim evenings. Up the metal stairs and onto the second floor, shuffling feet and a trotting cane resonate throughout the corridor. Matching snide for snide, the landlady and her oldest tenant bicker once again over rental payments. Desperate for an extension; the elderly woman stumps over her cane, continuing to make her case.After dismissing the tenant, Krishna walks to her own apa...

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“Heartbreak of Another Kind” by Jae Po

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No.Pete stood there, his face dropped and his entire body unable to move.No way.You didn’t leave. I know you didn’t just leave.There’s no way you’ve just…left me like that.This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening.No.No!!!No. You’ll be back. Of course you’ll be back!! You have to…….Don’t you?There’s no way you would just…leave like that……....Would you?No, no. You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. What am I saying? Ha ha, of course you wouldn’t… There’s no way you would. No. Way. Not after everything.Yeah, you’ll be back.In fact, you’ll be back ju...

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“The Bayou’s Billionaire Bonanza” by Edward J. McCoul

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“The Bayou’s Billionaire Bonanza” By Edward J McCoul In the heart of the Louisiana Bayou, a place where the cypress trees whispered secrets and the alligators lurked with lazy eyes, lived a man named Earl “Bubba” Thibodeaux. Bubba was a simple man, the kind whose laugh could light up a room and whose presence was as steady as the flow of the mighty Mississippi. Unfortunately for Bubba, his life had more rough patches than a crawfish net. He was the butt of every joke in the tiny town of Swamphollow, and his enemies far outnumbered his friend...

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“Sleep On Maria” by Greg Seibold

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Danny shuffles through the kitchen. It’s been a long day and even longer couple of weeks. He feels like he’s in a fog and he actually is. A medical professional might call it shock. In the last two weeks his dad died of a massive heart attack, followed by his best friend since middle school. With all the crazy shit they survived in high school, college and their 20s, to be run down crossing the street to get to a meeting. Stupid bitch texting. Joey didn’t deserve that. No one did. It seems so u...

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“The Rain” by Russell Satterthwait

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"What are you trying to do, Robbie? Wake up the dead?" His grandmother's voice materialized from memory, and he proceeded to see in the phantasm of dream the dead waking up. Perhaps the graveyard was full. Those interred had to accommodate those arriving. If the trumpet had not blasted for those previously interred, well, that's death. So, the dead were walking, all of whom were in various states of decomposition. They stumbled down a road, moaning, complaining and nit-picking, the recent departed desiring not to be seen in the company ...

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“Final Swim” by Ashley Lauren

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“I just can’t believe that he would do something like that.” Carmen sighed. “He was my idol growing up, and now I’m just left to pick up the pieces.” “I know it sucks, but it unfortunately happens quite often.” Her friend Abby responded, handing her a cup of tea and sitting down across from her. Carmen took a sip of the tea after gently blowing on it. It was lavender chamomile, her favorite. She sighed, even this wasn’t making her feel any be...

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“She saw red and the romance was dead.” by Mikayla Peck

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She saw the photo and her blood began to boil. "How could he do this to me? He promised there was nothing there. He... he said he loved me." The thoughts ran through her head as she picked apart every piece of their relationship and every detail from the last few months he had worked with that woman. She loved him. They had been together since college. Starting as friends, she had watched him go through multiple girlfriends and flings but nothing was significant to him until he finally convinced her to give him a chance. She had called him ...

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Write a story with a character pouring out their emotions.

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✍️ 46 stories

“Earl Grey Everywhere” by Alexis Araneta

“The Unfriending” by Kristy Schnabel

“ELIM CIVOLUDAR'S MEMOIRS: PETER PAN SYNDROME” by Darvico Ulmeli

“Chava” by Ari Walker

“Ms K Kettle” by Jordan Williams

“Tea for Three” by John K Adams

“Bless Me, Father, for I Have Sinned” by Michael Jefferson

“Plead Till The Fifth” by Isabella Musso

“The Tenant” by Laurie Molnar

“Heartbreak of Another Kind” by Jae Po

“The Bayou’s Billionaire Bonanza” by Edward J. McCoul

“Sleep On Maria” by Greg Seibold

“The Rain” by Russell Satterthwait

“Final Swim” by Ashley Lauren

“She saw red and the romance was dead.” by Mikayla Peck

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