Humor
Brew of Rivalries. AI-Generated.
In the vibrant heart of Shanghai, the bustling metropolis where tradition clashes with modernity, two rival tea houses stood on the opposite sides of a busy street, each boasting a legacy steeped in centuries of tea culture. The first, "Jade Leaves," was renowned for its exclusive Tie Guan Yin Tea, an oolong that whispered secrets of ancient mountains with every sip. Across the street, "Spring Essence" offered the delicate Bi Luo Chun Green Tea, a brew that carried the freshness of spring and the scent of dew-kissed flowers.
By lu yunpengabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
Echoes from the Mist: A Journey for Jin Xuan and Dong Ding Oolong. AI-Generated.
In the lush, verdant expanse of Taiwan's mountainous terrain, where the air is crisp and the earth whispers ancient tales, two young tea enthusiasts, Mei and Jia, embarked on a quest. Their mission was not merely to find tea, but to discover the soul-stirring secrets of Jin Xuan and Dong Ding Oolong, hidden deep within the mists of Alishan and Nantou’s Lugu Township.
By lu yunpengabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
Life Therapy
My name is Dr. Jones. Dr. Bryson Jones, but you can call me Bear Hug. Not because I give bear hugs, but because I make offers to people that are so good, it’s actually illegal to refuse the offer because me and my investors can sue you, a refusal being bad for business and all.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 days ago in Fiction
The Specter's Reign
It was the first day of Fall, and the leaves had begun to crumble and break. I watched a frail, orange leaf fall slowly from a tree and onto my windshield. It was just after 11am and a ceiling of gray clouds separated the town from the sun above. Despite this, it was a fairly comfortable morning. As I drove home from therapy, I thought aimlessly of all the troubles that plagued me. I forced them out with my breath, and they clawed their way back in. I was driving on autopilot as I approached the stop sign. I saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye. My speed slowed increasingly as I approached the stop sign. I had plenty of time to stop, but I didn’t. I felt a bump beneath my tires, and fear made my spine tingle. I did not stop or look back before I reached the stop sign and came to a full halt.
By Nick Dehler3 days ago in Fiction