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more important than our coffeeA Story by kalexi think about you a lot. i'm thinking about you right now, if you hadn't guessed. here's what i'm thinking, in case you're wondering: |
The rooster is hereA Story by lmct143Cronk to expose Storm’s secrets to Sydney Roosters, says Craig Bellamy |
My AddictionA Poem by WillaDanversWe each have our addictions, some fatal, some harmless, some we could learn to live without. |
Tracing SteamA Poem by AnnaDemons don't come to meon dark and stormy nights,they don't haunt me in my dreamsor whisper in my ear.They don't stare me downfrom dimly lit street co.. |
Coffee Canister For Coffee BeansA Story by Elizabeth ClarkCoffee bean's two biggest adversaries are air and dampness. In a perfect world, coffee ought to be ground, prepared, and devoured rapidly to acquire t.. |
Mid-morning coffee at the village's CostaA Story by Jacky O'rJust looking around at the people in the café, all in their own little world. Girls chatting as if .. |
CountingA Poem by AnnaI am counting minutes till I can count hours-counting seconds and sips of cheap coffee.I rush to count raindrops and snowflakes-counting soap bubbles .. |
Preparation For ActionA Poem by Heather RodwellDPW Preparation for Afrikaburn |
CONSTANCE AND THE END OF AN ERAA Chapter by Peter RogersonThere's such a lot of pressure on the public purse that maybe a mayoral trip overseas is more important than a lending library. |
Alex & the coffee shopA Story by The Mindful WitchMy first attempt at a short story. This is clearly unfinished. I don't even have a legit name for it or any direction clearly in mind. Just thought I'.. |
A Barista's HaikuA Poem by Attentive_AmbienceFor my time employed as the little barista girl that handled legal drug deals. |
I Like CoffeeA Poem by TrashbirdI like coffeesometimes, I drink coffeewith creampalebleachedsometimes, I drink coffeepurebitteremptysometimes, someone makes coffeeand I drink itsomet.. |
Je rêveA Poem by WillaDanversMy mind doesn't stray from this dream, and I think it is just the world way of telling me that it is something that needs to happen. |
MorningA Poem by Mrudula RaniThe morning breath of city's earthy air, Filled with cool moisture from midnight showers, Green essence of trampled grass, Fumes of motor oil fro.. |
First SightA Story by Mariah RenaeThat look across the coffee shop that starts everything. The beginning of a romance. |
MuffinsA Chapter by MM.P“What do you mean he broke up with Aubrey?” I manage to choke out. I’m in shock. There’s no way I hear her right. I know be.. |
Morning BrewA Poem by Kelly Scheppers...the chaos of morning |
Something about coffee.A Poem by Joshua KepferA short essay |