I like writing bad stories.
Contemporary Afternoon Tea
Dear mom, 2018 Afternoon Tea at Lady Bedford's in 2018. Picture by author We attend Afternoon Tea at Lady Bedford’s Tea Parlour as part of our mother-daughter outings. You were nervously suspended in a world of dainty china in a shop that held an air of aristocracy. We melted right in with the hosts’ explanation of the menu and selection of loose leaf teas. Our fingers nabbed soft scones slathered with clotted cream off the three-tiered tray that held sides of strawberry jam and tart lemon curd. We ate crunchy tempura shrimp and a variety of finger sandwiches and miniature confections. It all was topped off with sugar cubes twirled in cups of fragrant warm tea.
Within the Sound of Silence
Silence. I never really understood why it made people so uncomfortable. Their fingers itched to fill the void after seconds or minutes as if afraid to face the quiet that surrounded them. Oftentimes, they thoughtlessly put on music or turned on the TV to fill the quiet. Though the silence of a room itself wasn’t merely empty if they only listened and became one with the atmosphere. Usually, there was a faint hum of electronic appliances in the background, the sound of traffic filtering in through the windows, or the drone of heating or cooling systems, and the faint subtle pops and creaks of a house shifting in its foundation.
The Completely Unexpected
*** More info on the Unsplash image I used for this story. The photographer put this info on the image: Electronic fetal monitor showing the baby's heart rate (top blue), mother's heart rate (middle green), and labor contractions (bottom purple). Baby was born exactly 40 minutes later!
My Buddy Le Croissant
Okay, so maybe not exactly a croissant. Instead of a delectable buttery and flaky pastry you enjoy eating, it is a furry little four-legged friend that slightly resembles a fox, and has a big attitude. Speaking of furry, this doggy has so much fur– and randomly in connection to croissants, imagine a croissant shedding another croissant– which would be impressive and yummy honestly, but this breed somehow manages to shed another dog twice a year. Sometimes I think my dog is somewhat more of my boss as with his routine he demands a walk near the same time everyday or he'll voice his displeasure with vocal yawns and whining. The morning walk itself has to be relatively the same amount of distance each time (over a mile long) or he'll show his disappointment with his refusal to move.
How Final Fantasy XV Saved Me
Warning: There will be game spoilers. Summer of 2017 I was twenty-two and had just finished my third year of design school. I had moved back home out of my residence hall and was thrown in the depression of not being able to score a summer job. Plagued by social anxiety I had interviewed for a retail position at Kohl’s and will never forget my interviewers face after I told him I didn’t have any questions about the position. His face dramatically dropped and that was when I knew I had messed up. I had walked out of the department store with sadness in my heart, and thought back to earlier that fall when I had junior review for my major and one of my reviewers told me I should always ask questions. I clearly hadn’t followed that important tidbit of advice (though after that fail I always made sure to have a question ready). I didn’t get the job, and didn’t have the heart to go through anymore interviews that summer.
Lost in the Rhythm of Machines
The drone of mechanical tapping fills the back work room. Needle number nine of the Tajima embroidery machine embroiders the neck of a goose caricature on the front of a hat in 853 light brown, going at fifty stitches per minute. In between color changes the local radio talk show filters in from the stereo propped up on a shelf. The hosts end their morning segment before I press the green go button after the machine moves to needle four and begins tapping out the name of the shop the hats are for in a light silver (150).
The Orchestrations of Life
The grass in our backyard was a blanket against our backs and a pillow to our heads. We gazed up at the sky finding shapes in the overhead clouds that were blooming in ever changing organic shapes as we searched for the familiar within them.
Follow the White Rabbit
“The world will come to an end in two years this day,” whispered the man. His words almost inaudible, yet the only sound that penetrated the gray open space. He was standing underneath a streetlight that was suspended in the middle of nowhere. His presence was merely a shadow, features unidentifiable except for his height which was around six feet and his eyes. His irises were a piercing shade of vibrant sapphire. After he relayed his message, he turned around and began walking towards a forest of thick trees that spawned up behind him. As he did so his body began morph, distorting with every movement as he suddenly transformed into a small white rabbit. The rabbit paused underneath its spotlight before staring back as if waiting for it to be followed. It took off as the sound of loud booms resonated through the atmosphere, ripping everything apart.