Write a story where someone shares a cup of hot chocolate with a friend.

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“Jenah and Joë” by Sabrina Hauer

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I don’t even know who she is anymore; I thought to myself while waiting in the little café in my old hometown. My heart pounded in my chest and my throat tightened. It felt as though I could have been sick at any moment. The doorbells jingled. Someone else had entered the café. I kept my gaze downwards, pretending to scroll through my phone, not actually reading a single word on the display. Was it too late to cancel? Maybe I could say something came up, I thought to myself. Who was I kidding? She would know I was lying. ...

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“Two Last Swigs” by Rachel Kroninger

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There it stood, at the end of a dilapidated alleyway, silhouetted against a display of flickering, fluorescent lights, like a hidden treasure waiting to be uncovered. The temperature was unforgiving, and the wind relentless, but the shop emitted a warmth like no other. The streets encasing the rest of the city were bustling with holiday chaos, yet amongst it all, that singular street acted as the eye of the storm. Nadia wasn’t quite sure if it was the unique discovery that enticed her or if it was the awaited company that made her travels wo...

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“The Necessity of Human Company” by F Taylor

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As I awoke that morning, fresh snow covering my jacket and every other surface as far as the eye could see, it dawned on me that this was going to be my morning for the foreseeable future. Of all the stupid decisions in my life, this was definitely the worst; these mornings paled in comparison to the other grave consequences of my immense exuberance I’d seen so far. And stupid naïveté, don’t let me forget that. I laid against the wall, my nose numb from the cold and upper lip touched with frost, small flakes crackling as my mouth twitch...

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“A Peace Offering” by John Steckley

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A Peace Offering Before the Voyage It will be a very long trip to another planet. Mars and Venus, and even Jupiter are considered relatively short hops these days. I will be going to Neptune. When people asked me where I am going this time, my long standing joke was “Well, I’m not going anywhere near Uranus. Ha, Ha, Ha.” The method of this flight is to be quite unlike my trips to other planets. It is the 2040s after all. The spacecraft will be travelling faster and farther than any before carrying a human passeng...

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“Between Shifts ” by Eve Naden

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TW: although this story is at best speculative, it vaguely references death and loss, so please be mindful. I'm not trying to upset anyone during the festive season. :) Four-hundred years was long time between meetings, Rhys had to admit. The last time he’d seen her, no one in this country even knew what hot chocolate was, let alone how to make it. Thankfully, the acne-scarred kid behind the counter seemed to know what he was doing so Rhys let his thoughts drift. It was hard, he admitted, trying to ignore people’s auras. As the kid behind...

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“Drinking the Kool-Aid” by Clara 'CC' Carlyle

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***Warning: suicide, mental health, cults, religionThe headline said "Cult celebrity along with 13 adults -dead" It was cold. It was snowing. It was dark. It was mind boggling. I feel the gum in my mouth is hard- not chewable. How long have I been out?" How do you feel? What happened here?"" Ma'am do you know what day of the week it is?"" Who is the president?"" How much have you taken?"Huh? I realized that I was only wearing a hoodie- that's it. Instinctively I moved my hands over parts that I usually don't permit strangers to see...

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“One for You and One for Me” by Tyler Porter

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The first snow of the season had transformed Tiffin, Ohio into a winter wonderland overnight. Under a blanket of white, the town awoke to a world where every tree, rooftop, and lamppost shimmered with a gleam of fresh-fallen snow. The air was crisp, and every breath sent a cloud of steam dancing into the frosty morning. In the heart of the town, nestled between a charming little bookstore and an antique clock shop, sat Barry’s Brews – a café as old as the town itself. Its windows, although frosted on the exterior edges, glowed warmly from in...

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“The Fragility of Magic” by Sara Whisler

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I put the coffee mug in front of you. It’s your favorite mug, the one with that stupid over-grown mouse on it. I open the thermos and fill the mug with hot chocolate, leaving enough room for seven mini marshmallows. Seven is a magical number, you used to say. Now you say nothing at all. I know that under the snow are the fragments of the mug I brought you last year. I can see a white spot of pulverized porcelain against the granite. At first, I thought kids might be doing it, breaking the mugs every time, until your mother came. ...

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“Daemonicus Anonymous” by J. I. MumfoRD

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The assortment of afflicted souls gathered for this weekly meeting of Deamonicus Anonymous was shaping up to be the usual suspects. Pazuzu, the Assyrian demon, was lying on its back, legs in the air, wings twisted in unnatural angles. Pazuzu seemed lost in its own world, repeating, “I am Pazuzu, son of Hanbu.” Dave, having experienced Pazuzu’s peculiar behavior, gave it a wide berth. It looked like it wanted belly rubs and chose the coat rack to entice unwitting victims. Dave mutters to himself, “I’m not a tree, I’m not a tree” as he navigat...

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“Runaway Baby” by Amanda Stangl

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Ainsley pushed the door open, chiming the bell that signaled her arrival into the coffee shop. She took a deep breath, not having visited in several months. The Bread and Java sat just blocks away from her and Quinton’s old apartment they shared, and she had avoided it since the wedding, attempting to respect Quinton’s wish for privacy. But a few weeks ago, she texted him, asking him to meet, that it was urgent. He took a few days to respond, but finally, he agreed to meet her here at 10 o’clock this morning, and she had arrived twenty minut...

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“Whispers of Snow” by Bim Peacock

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Snow fell light from the gray skies above, landing with soft whispers on the roof. An old woman sat on the porch below, slowly rocking her chair in time with the soft rhythm above. Her hair was long and white, her skin wrinkled and pale. Her thin frame was wrapped in a thick shawl that hung nearly to her slippered feet, while beneath its folds, she clasped a warm mug between her frail hands. The woman’s eyes were hardly touched by age. They were startling blue, and shone with thought even in the silence of the morning air. She gazed past he...

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“Blinking Lights” by Mandy McCool

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“Careful, it’s still pretty hot. It took forever to dissolve.” I blew the steam away from the rim of my own mug, only for it to return a moment later to once more fog my eyeglasses. She nodded with a small smile, that same faraway look in her eye remaining from before as she moved her gaze to the blinking lights on the tree. “It’s beautiful. I’m sorry I wasn’t here to help,” I muttered. “It’s fine. I think it helps knowing I won’t have to take it down later. Suppose there’s a lot of perks to this, after all…” “Think the kids had a g...

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“Latte Mocha” by Isaac Hall

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They said I was made for a latte in one hand and a bagel in the other. One day I would do that, with the help of a credit card. And so I was sitting having a man gawk at me as I looked about, pretending not to notice. My price would never get me a buyer, for buying the next to worthless is pointless to the customer. The hot-shot one-hundreds thought they were all that and an iced latte, but they too, like me, sat there, people gawking at them, but then being blinded by their p...

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“COME OVER AND WATCH TV WITH ME” by Terry Gartner

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COME OVER AND WATCH TV WITH ME Long day--I've been on my feet all day--I'm a server at a local restaurant--Tomorrow I go in at 2-work till 10. I decide to take a nap-I'll lay on the couch--The sun is still up-shining though the window--The sun will shine upon me and keep me warm. My dog comes over-he lays on the floor close by. I reach down and pet him--I fall asleep-I wake up-the house is now dark-the sun has gone down. The phone rings-It's my Mother-she asks me what I'm doing? She tells me to come over for supper. So I guess I will--I...

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“The Cost of a Cup” by Matt Nestor

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Sonny sat there quietly on the bristling bench. The dark wood had once been sealed for outdoor use, but the coating had long since worn off. Little bundles of slivers reached up from the deteriorating seat to grab at his pants. He hunched forward, his arms bent sharply at the elbow, creating a bipod of support with his left arm leaning on his knee and supporting his chin while his right arm held a deep, rich cup of thick hot chocolate. The gentle steam wafted off the crest of the mug’s brim and sailed into the dense atmosphere. As it rose, i...

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Write a story where someone shares a cup of hot chocolate with a friend.

Submissions are closed

✍️ 55 stories

“Jenah and Joë” by Sabrina Hauer

“Two Last Swigs” by Rachel Kroninger

“The Necessity of Human Company” by F Taylor

“A Peace Offering” by John Steckley

“Between Shifts ” by Eve Naden

“Drinking the Kool-Aid” by Clara 'CC' Carlyle

“One for You and One for Me” by Tyler Porter

“The Fragility of Magic” by Sara Whisler

“Daemonicus Anonymous” by J. I. MumfoRD

“Runaway Baby” by Amanda Stangl

“Whispers of Snow” by Bim Peacock

“Blinking Lights” by Mandy McCool

“Latte Mocha” by Isaac Hall

“COME OVER AND WATCH TV WITH ME” by Terry Gartner

“The Cost of a Cup” by Matt Nestor

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