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Where Our Morning Tea Truly Begins
Where Our Morning Tea Truly Begins Most mornings I sit with my cup of tea and let the steam rise into my face, and I think about how easy it is to take this simple comfort for granted. We boil the kettle. We choose a bag or a spoonful of loose leaves. We pour the water. It feels so ordinary. Yet the truth is that the tea has travelled farther than most of us ever will. So let me tell you where it begins, because the story is worth knowing.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Daughter
When the first scream of a newborn echoed through the small town of Verden, every clock stopped. Grandfather clocks stopped in the middle of ticking. Wristwatches halted. Even the tower clock, famous for never stopping, not even during storms, went quiet. Its hands hung in the air, as if they were holding their breath.
By Ajan Lori A. 10 months ago in Fiction
A Thanksgiving Story
When I woke up this morning, I couldn't believe that it was Thanksgiving week once again. Where has the year gone? I guess it's true as one gets older the years do go faster just as our parents said they would when they told you "Just wait till you're my age. You'll find out." Now planning the menu and seeing how many will actually be around for it seems they come and do all the requisite things that are supposed to be said and enjoy the food and company of family all together. Happy Thanksgiving and remember what is important.
By Mark Graham10 months ago in Fiction
Cold Cuts: Chapter 1. Content Warning.
"Faith!" I called for my friend from the other room in the suite we were in. I needed her to tie up my dress and to see when she would be ready. We were both famous for being fashionably late, but we really needed to get to this venue on time tonight.
By scaldingblktea 10 months ago in Fiction
Shared Location
Torn between two choices, she waits on the platform. Destination unknown. Which direction will her life take? Her heart does not hesitate. There is room enough for two. It beats for both just as fiercely. That’s where it feels right: two loves in harmony, side by side.
By Marjolein Greebe10 months ago in Fiction
For All The Ages. Top Story - November 2025.
Thalia, acknowledged bastard of the Royal House of Dorion, was not the simpleton that so many assumed her to be. It seemed to come with being the daughter of the goddess of beauty and love: everyone supposed that you could have no interest beyond fashion and relationships. Thalia was good at relationships, seeing them in others, or at least the potential for them. Other than that perception, and some minor shapeshifting abilities that allowed her to subtly change her features, her powers were extremely limited.
By Natasja Rose10 months ago in Fiction
Complicit. Runner-Up in The Forgotten Room Challenge.
Forsaken, I am but a memory — dilapidated, some say; laid to rest in history’s mausoleum. The dank air, my only companion. My entrance has forgotten the prelude of hands, the act of tactility — a spinster’s malediction.
By Paul Stewart10 months ago in Fiction
