Writing Group: My Cup of Tea

Good day, Beverage Aficionados and British People!

Let’s see, we have earl grey…what about a nice jasmine? No? Well surely we’ll find something you like, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

My Cup of Tea

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Most of us have likely heard the phrase “it’s not my cup of tea” at some point in our lives to refer to something that is not our preference—be that a type of food, a video game, or even tea itself. Even though we often hear it in the negative, it can be used in the positive too.

This prompt conjures similar vibes to the “I’m Never Doing That Again” prompt for me. The idea of doing something, deciding it’s not your cup of tea, and never doing it again. You could easily apply the prompt in such a way. Or you could use this prompt to refer to the opposite—someone doing something and deciding they very much like it and want to do it again. You could write about a kid going to the amusement park for the first time and loving it. Maybe your character was always afraid to try painting, but when they finally try for the first time they learn they love it. Maybe, as a kid, your character decided they didn’t like a certain food and they learn they love it now. You could even write about someone who thought pineapple on pizza was an abomination, but then tried it and found—to their dismay—that they loved it. 

Come to think of it, the prompt can be used in multiple ways in a single story. Maybe a family goes on a rollercoaster together, and one of them decides they love it, and another decides they hate it. Like in my examples, maybe someone decided something wasn’t their cup of tea, only to later realize they judged it too quickly. You could write a story about one friend trying to convince another something is actually good, despite their protests. 

But you don’t have to use this prompt in the sense of the idiom. You could write about literal tea. Maybe your character just likes tea, and that happens to feature importantly in the scene you write. Maybe you have a character like Iroh in Avatar the Last Airbender, for whom tea is an important part of his life. You could write about a tea party—be it with snooty people, or with stuffed animals. Maybe someone drinks out of your character’s cup while they’re in the bathroom and they walk into the room shouting “Hey, that’s MY cup of tea!” You could even write a story where the tea is poisoned, and someone drinks out of the wrong cup. 

Many cultures have traditions, old and new, that revolve around tea. Maybe there is a specific tea ceremony that your character participates in. Or perhaps your character breaks an unspoken rule of etiquette, like not allowing their host to refill their tea, or breaking a ceremonial tea-making instrument. How might that complicate the situation your character is in? Maybe your character is already familiar with tea, but is introduced to a new element that changes the experience. Maybe they try adding tapioca pearls, or yak butter, or raw egg into the drink. Maybe they’re drinking the tea from a saucer and holding a piece of rock sugar in their mouth. Maybe they try herbal tea or hallucinogenic tea? How does this new experience impact their worldview? Or is this a line they won’t cross for certain reasons? Perhaps you want to use this prompt to write about tea leaf reading. What’s left in your character’s cup of tea could mean a lot for the future…or nothing at all. 

Maybe it’s the cup that’s more important than the tea within it. Maybe a late loved one gave your character their cup, and/or they have fond memories of drinking the tea within it with their loved one. You could even write about a teacup coming to life, like Chip in Beauty and the Beast. 

Today, “tea” is a slang term for “gossip.” You could easily apply this use of the term in a story you write for the prompt. Maybe you want to write about how your character brings to the table their particular cup of gossip. 

I have two challenges for you this week. 

The person who submitted this prompt could have easily phrased this prompt as “Not My Cup of Tea.” But (whether the decision was intentional or not) instead they opted for the positive version of it. The phrase “My Cup of Tea” almost always comes with that “not” in front of it, and I think it’s where most people’s minds go with the phrase. My challenge for you is to write about the positive side of the prompt. What happens when something IS your cup of tea?

My other challenge is a strange one. Those who watch the Youtube channel Good Mythical Morning will likely remember “Snot Mike Up Puffed He.” Rhett and Link were playing a game, with cards that had nonsense phrases on them, and they had to parse the nonsense into well-known idioms. “Snot Mike Up Puffed He” turned into “Not My Cup of Tea.” But Link had an extremely difficult time figuring that out, and hilarity ensued. I have difficulty hearing the phrase “my cup of tea” without immediately thinking of “snot mike up puffed he.” My next challenge comes from this. Misunderstandings can be really difficult to write well. Often times they only serve to further the plot, but seem ridiculous and unrealistic, and are frustrating for the audience. My second challenge is for you to write about a misunderstanding. But do your best to write about it in a way that is fun, or even funny, which doesn’t frustrate the audience. 

Remember, these challenges aren’t mandatory! They are meant to be a fun bonus if you’d like to have a little extra challenge. But, if you don’t want to use them, please don’t feel obligated to!

Ah, the oolong and chamomile aren’t for you either? Neither is the green, or matcha, or chai? How about—? Oh forget it. Fine. I’ll get you that coffee. 

—Kaylie & Pearce

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92 responses to “Writing Group: My Cup of Tea”

  1. Place Cards
    By Babs

    There aren’t any place cards…

    Ugh, I hate functions like these. A bunch of pompous upper-middle-class white Americans get together once or twice a year to eat bland English food and drink mediocre tea…and all for what?

    I know for a fact that none of them eat this garbage any other time. I guess it’s not cultural appropriation if no one’s actually enjoying themselves. “Tea Time” in America is mainly to remind us of how much better we think we are.

    Sorry if that was a bit harsh, they’re just not my crowd…Though I guess I think that about everyone and to say it you sort of need a crowd of your own.

    Speaking of which…where do I sit? The tea’s being poured, and the seats are filling up.

    No name tags, no placeholders, no seating chart, no nothing.

    I have no choice but to choose.

    Too many empty seats to pick from. Too many full ones to sit alone…Always unfashionably late, consistently inconsistent, great.

    I never liked tea anyway; hot drinks hurt my mouth.

    Huh? Slow down? Those words mean nothing. I jump from one thing to the next without a second thought. You only need rearview mirrors if you plan on looking back.

    Don’t stop and smell the roses: you’re running on hot coals.

    The cups are full now, getting colder. Their steam signals wave me over, but those steely eyes keep me at bay.

    Finding my cup of tea would be so easy, without these people in my way.

    1. The Ink Chimera Avatar
      The Ink Chimera

      The only thing I feel like I should note is that the point of view seems… A little inconsistent.
      It’s hard to tell if they’re talking to themselves or the Audience.It feels like they should be talking to themselves, but lines like “Sorry if that was a bit harsh” are things you would more likely say externally. Maybe just “That was a bit harsh.” Not that I don’t enjoy the story. Just thought I’d bring it up.

      1. Yeah I definitely agree with you, I wrote it with italics at first which helped with that and I didn’t realize till right when I was submitting that we can’t use those oops. I didn’t have enough time till the deadline to edit it. Thanks for the input tho, I’ll make sure not to wait till the last minute next week lol.

    2. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      I like the stream of consciousness here. For the most part it works. I agree with Ink Chimera in that it’s possibly a little bit knowing in that there are a couple of lines where it almost breaks the fourth wall, so occasionally it does jar a little. But that’s a small gripe. The frustration of the narrator really boils over effectively and the frequent use of elipses really helps sell the wandering nature of the human thought process. Good job!

  2. Sniperaxiom Avatar
    Sniperaxiom

    My life spilled out.
    By Sniperaxiom

    I let out a shaky breath into the dry, frozen air. Winter was clasping me with a grip that I could not loosen.

    The deep layer of snow loomed ahead as a glistening inescapable obstacle. I staggered slowly while the pale, weak sun attempted to send her temperate aid.

    Thoughts of regret screamed in my head.

    I wished I had not gone out alone. If only I had stayed on the trail! It was becoming too late now. My last ally slipped down behind the horizon, leaving me to face the freezing night.

    My torment that covered everything in sight was lit up golden with the sun. All around the snow presented a dazzling spectacle to celebrate my death. It grinned at me with such callous beauty that I lost all hope and drive to continue.

    It would be a romantic thing to go out fighting or stumble through the wilderness back to warm civilization but that simply would not be possible for me.

    I stopped in my tracks, letting out another shaky sigh that grew into a cry of anguish and then I dropped to my knees.

    The wind blew at my back, whispering for me to let go. My eyelids felt heavy and I slowly laid back into the snow.

    I surrendered myself to my enemy.

    As I lay waiting for the cold to take me fully, I listened to the insulated silence the snow created. All my thoughts felt so loud.

    Everyone always said I was a fighter, I really thought I was, but the snow had won the battle, I have no problem accepting when I am bested.

    A little voice inside me, that fighter, barked to get up. It howled and yelped relentlessly for me to continue on. It grew louder and louder until it filled my ears.

    But that was not possible.

    Something warm and hot pressed on my forehead so my eyes flickered open to see a Saint Bernard dog looking down.

    “You were always my favorite dog, Tea-.”

    I muttered as rapid footsteps approached.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Tales of last moments and failing the struggle for something just hit different for me. There is something I like about how everything is at once simple in the matter of what is going on, but also quite dramatic. I like how impactful those can be. And I think the whole struggle against the snow and the cold is quite well written here.

      I particularly like the idea of the narrator at once affirming he is a fighter and has a fighter spirit, but admitting this is not enough against such a simple obstacle as… the weather. Outdoors. Exposure.

      And that ending was a very interesting way of connecting it all to the prompt. That is a very, very pivotal cup of tea. Quite interesting.

      Thanks for sharing.

  3. My Cup of Tea! (Chronicles of The Dragon)

    by Makokam

    The alarm chirped a reminder for Jostica’s daily tea and meditation. She looked up from her book and stretched before getting up and heading to the kitchen.

    On her way, she stopped as Thomas wheeled a cart full of equipment to one of the vents and started unscrewing the cover.

    What’s going on?” she asked.
    “Ya know how you’ve been feeling off the last few days?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Well, everyone has been feeling like that. So I looked into it, and it turns out the air quality down here has gone to shit. So I’m checking the vents for problems. If it’s not something I can fix by tonight we’ll need stay somewhere else.”

    “Do you think that’s likely?”

    “I won’t until I find out what the issue is.”

    Jostica nodded, “Well, let me know if you need any help,” and continued to the kitchen.

    She started the kettle, and opened the cupboard to find she was almost out of her favorite tea. She’d need to get more soon. As she fetched a cup, an alarm sounded through the HQ. Moments later a voice came over the speaker system, “Jostica, guy with ice powers flipped his shit. We could use your help. He keeps freezing my plants and David and Khalid can’t get close.”

    Jostica turned the stove off and replied, “I’ll be right there,” before running to retrieve her staff.

    “Hey, I’m going too,” Thomas said.

    “No, no. You stay and fix the air. The four of us can take one guy.”

    .oOo.

    Half an hour later, the four of them returned. Shivering, but mostly fine. They all retreated to their rooms, except for Jostica, who returned to the kitchen. She set her staff on the table then started her kettle again.

    A few minutes later Jostica was steeping her tea, and enjoying the aroma as she carried it to the common room.

    Suddenly dark black clouds burst from all the vents, filing the headquarters with dust and debris.

    Hacking and spluttering Thomas stumbled into the room. “I fixed the vents.”

    Jostica could only stare at her tea in despair.

    1. Sniperaxiom Avatar
      Sniperaxiom

      Aw noo! The tea was ruined! This story was really fun and cute! I love the little run around of Jostica trying to get her tea but always getting interrupted. Very relatable lol. The story is simple and makes sense. It’s nice to glance into the mundane of heroes. Very funny to see someone who just succeeded in facing some threat only to fail at making their cup of tea. Nice job! :D.

    2. Jocelyn Avatar
      Jocelyn

      Poor girl. She just wants some tea! It’s almost out too! 😩

      I love J&T

    3. The Ink Chimera Avatar
      The Ink Chimera

      Paaaaain.

    4. I love the punchline in this. Poor Jostica can’t catch a break in this episode.

      She just wanted a cup of tea!

      But no, everything is getting in the way. Fighting a badguy, health issues… SOOT.

      Obviously cleaning the filters need to be a regular thing. Or an automated thing.

  4. CodenameRedKrystalMatrix Avatar
    CodenameRedKrystalMatrix

    To His Taste
    By CodenameRedKrystalMatrix

    “Shall I bring up anything else, sir?”

    “No. Leave that on my desk, thank you.”

    The servant eyed the bottle on the tea tray curiously. Small, with a dropper cap- tinted dark to prevent knowledge of the contents.

    “Sweetener. Nothing else suits me.”

    She clearly wanted to ask further but feared for her position too much- all the better for him. But she wasn’t the only one. The accountant had long been griping about the antifreeze charged to his account. He didn’t even own a car. He’d leave some assets to him. The man deserved it after all the grey hairs he’d no doubt caused.

    Squeezing a few drops into the tea, he stirred and sipped it. Money well spent on the lab, as usual. The delicate flavour he’d come to enjoy coaxed his tongue into another taste. And another.

    The room started to contort, with his stomach squeezing and turning in protest. Staggering into the bathroom, he retched into the toilet. Yellow-green and bright red dripped and spread, tainting the water. Their likenesses welled up in his mind. He hoped they’d accept his elegant, melodramatic, cowardly sacrifice. Hoity-toity Englishmen, as Ricardo used to say. He wondered if he’d pity him or find it hilariously ironic.

    Hm. The power of a word. “Englishman” conjured coldness, connivance, and condescension. A few words yet still could inadvertently reveal a deliciously sinful secret. And with one sentence, well-intentioned, but erring lips could be stilled. All so he never had to give up the life that made men into monsters. What a cycle he found himself in. And what a way out.

    At length, he regained his regular breathing. Not yet, eh?

    No matter. No one cared enough to stop him. He pushed all that would to the other side a long, long time ago. He hoped they would ridicule him when he made it. That would hurt less than their sympathy. Or worse yet, their love- that, if he were another man, he’d allow himself to recognize he missed.

    After all he’d done, what was a cup of… particularly sweetened tea?

  5. Norman Gray Avatar
    Norman Gray

    My Cup Of Tea
    By Norman Gray

    Coffee, water, and tea… That’s basically it.

    I quit drinking over four years ago. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and it took several years and multiple failed attempts along the way. I had relapses where I’d told myself, “I can’t do this. I’ll never try to quit again.”

    My caffeine intake is limited to two cups of coffee a day, and water ain’t exactly interesting, so tea has been my go-to beverage for the last four years…

    Tea. Amongst a culture of beer-swilling macho dude-bros, I’m the tea drinker of the bunch.

    All of my family members are heavy drinkers. I didn’t think they’d respect my decision to give up alcohol, and so I never trusted them enough to tell them… I don’t tell them anything about my personal life, really.

    Of course, they eventually noticed. You can only say ‘no thanks, I’m good’ so many times before they’ll stop asking if they can get you a drink.

    But honestly, I don’t care anymore. I don’t miss booze. There was too much pain and suffering, too many bad memories.

    I’ve been through a lot; my brain is wired for escapism. I’ll give up one addiction, only to seamlessly transition to the next without even noticing… Anything to run away from the reality of my own existence.

    So, I try to seek out productive addictions. I let my job consume my focus, and it helps me see outward and forget my personal problems.

    The only positive aspect of drinking is how it becomes a social focal point, an easy excuse for interaction… And that’s something I still have to work on; finding new ways to socialize and make connections.

    But I will never go back to booze. Not for anything. Not even if the world was ending tomorrow. I have to hold true to that promise, because I haven’t held true to much else… I have to prove to myself that my word is worth a damn, and that I’m not a quitter.

    I’ll take my cup of tea over a bottle of beer any day.

  6. DaLeen Avatar
    DaLeen

    That One Regret
    By Taja DaLeen

    Do I regret it? Of course I do.

    Even though I’m happy now; work is going well, and my relationship too. I have the most amazing partner I could ever have; they’re good with kids, they know how to do almost anything; and the food they’re making? Hardly ever tasted something better.

    And we can laugh together, a lot. No matter what’s up, one can always cheer up the other; it’s pretty much as perfect as it can get.

    The only thing off about my life…

    Is you.

    And I only have myself to blame. I hate it all so much. That I can’t just forget about what happened even though it’s been years. That I can’t for the life of me put a finger on what that damn gaze of yours means. That I can’t even stay away from you…

    I guess it would’ve been easier if things went differently back then; the least of it being that I’d have been able to leave all of this behind, to get over these feelings, whatever they are.

    But honestly, should I have waited for you? When I couldn’t have been sure we’d meet again at all? Especially when nothing much really happened? When it was all just in between the glances, the gestures, the smiles?

    I should have just talked to you, no matter how impossible it seemed.

    Well. Now you’ve become the one thing I truly regret. Do you know how that feels? When it cuts you like a knife each time something even remotely reminds you of what you regret? When it sits so deep it feels like it’s in your very core, like it’s become an integral part of yourself?

    To be honest, I hope you don’t. No matter how much I hate this situation, I could never hate you. Even if it’s driving me crazy how you’re like a nice cup of tea one wants to have, but never knows whether it’s scalding hot or freezing cold.

    I love my partner, I really do…

    But that doesn’t mean I can just forget you.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      This really resonates to some feelings I have dealt with… and is written in a very compelling and beautiful way.

      Being so beautiful and so touching, it makes it difficult to comment, though.

      I guess it is true when people say the best stories are the ones we can idealize without that pesky reality getting in the way – that hypothetical and magical “could have been” can really paint our lives in curious ways. And that “could have been” is as strong as any “is” for the purpose of having an effect on how we feel and conceptualize or own lives. So, yeah, the unrealized potentiality of something can impact reality as much if not more than its actualized possibilities… and that is scary.

      Anyway, it was a beautiful and touching reading., Thanks for sharing it.

    2. Very powerful, I think this was an interesting week for the prompt and I really like the direction you took it. I find that, when I actually have time to participate, my favorite stories are always the ones that find a way to stay true to the prompt but take it in a slightly different way. Your metaphor using the tea feels unique from the rest because the speaker keeps going back and “never knows whether it’s scalding hot or freezing cold” rather than the typical evasive reaction of “that’s just not for me.” Wonderful job, hit me right in the feels.

  7. Maxer4000 Avatar
    Maxer4000

    High Impact Sexual Violence
    By Maxer4000

    Another night on the job another hit to carry out, the target this time is a couple in love, client gave no reason but the pay is good, the team today got the honor to run this operation with the Big Boa himself. Game plan is simple, Cold Hawk and Lava Lamb would snipe from different angles as a contingent for the Boa to going at them up close.

    Cold Hawk got to his post and radio in:

    – I’m in position. Come in team.

    Lava Lamb picked up the call:

    – I’m [static] –tion

    – L, your comm bugging out.

    – Hang on, call[static]ting.

    The Boa got on his comm:

    – Oi, I’m in the building, where the targets?

    Cold Hawk checked the building with his scope:

    -Sir, targets are at the uh… 1, 2… fifth floor, room I think 504 or 505. Can’t tell from out here.

    – Are they doing anything?

    – No, sir. They’re just… oh… undressing and… how to say this?

    – Banging, Imma be late there, the elevator busted.

    – Copy that. L, comm check

    – Check check check, do you copy?

    – Copy that.

    Cold Hawk settled down his rifle and pulled out his tablet, this is normal when a member taking time before starting coordinated strike. He then browse the outer net, checking some news of the current political climate, and then Lava Lamb pipes up:

    – Yo, [static] high impact [static] sexual [static] violence

    – What? Also, your comm–

    Then the Boa piped up:

    – Oh I got it!

    – What??

    The couple’s room then suddenly bursted into a massive blast of debris, the smoke swiftly dissipated, leaving a hole riddled with gore

    – WHAT!?

    The Boa called in:

    -Yea we’re better book it before the coppers come.

    At the rendezvous Cold Hawk couldn’t help but drop his formality toward his superior:

    – What the hell was that!?

    The Big Boa shrugged:

    – Ya mate told me to give them high impact sexual violence so I impact nade them.

    Lava Lamb retorted:

    – I said the gov made more censors toward high impact things like sexual theme and violence in the media.

    The two face palmed:

    – Bloody hell…

    1. The Ink Chimera Avatar
      The Ink Chimera

      I don’t know how this ties in with the prompt, but I frankly don’t care. This is too good.

  8. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
    Matthew R. Wright

    Phobrak’s Tea Set
    By Matthew R. Wright

    “Long have I studied this porceline and long have I feared it. This collection in particular, largely forgotton by the grasping tendrils of unearthly infinity, hand-crafted from materials unfamiliar to mankind, Its twisted forms and eerie, iridescent hues whisper of dimensions beyond our feeble grasp, by a people long-forgotten and assumed insane. I shall do my best to describe it in as clear a detail as I can, but I fear that doing so my weaken my mind further. For it has an effect on all who are exposed, effected further by those who consume from it.

    Take this teapot, observe the lid, adorned with depictions of writhing tentacles, notice how it exudes a palpable aura of wrongness, how it beckons the unwary to unlock secrets and to taste its flavours? I beg of you – resist – its swirling shades are of the unknowable, of some unheard cycle that casts hypnotically a sense of unease, an eternal dread. To pour from its spout, a viscous, ethereal liquid would seep, an intoxicating sweetness that promises both the euphoric and the irrational.

    The saucers, the cups, the strainers, bear cryptic sigils and hieroglyphs that defy translation, seemingly formed from the tattered remnants of fractured realities. Approach them cautiously, for their touch may awaken dormant horrors that slumber in the depths of the tea. Time unravels upon their surfaces, distorting reflections and summoning glimpses of horrors unseen, warped edges ripple and shift, as if mirroring the ebb and flow of cosmic tides, forever in flux and just beyond comprehension.

    And don’t even ask about the suger bowl.

    This set, a blasphemous communion with the ancient deity Phobrak, invokes a potent blend of malevolent madness, of grotesque revelation, of resonant and existential terror. To indulge in its brew, to even expose yourself to it, is to dance precariously on the precipice of sanity, and to traverse realms best left unexplored.”

    “So, how much is it worth?” the auctioneer repeated. Astonished by how, with so many words, the professor hadn’t actually managed to answer his question.

    1. The Ink Chimera Avatar
      The Ink Chimera

      I’ll be honest. The only voice I can put to this is the ancestor from Darkest Dungeon. Lovecraftian, eldritch horror. I like it.

  9. i-prefer-the-term-antihero Avatar
    i-prefer-the-term-antihero

    [DM me on discord for details!]

    1. This story was really fun; the classic meet-the-boyfriend session between friends. I like how innocent this came across, with just Lynai sitting at a table discussing (and judging) Remus. Of course, there is the added context of who Remus is, but that emphasizes the innocence of the moment, I feel.

      I like the subtle hints you put in this story, like how Remus is talking to the dog, instead of the couple. It’s a neat bist of foreshadowing. Like I said, the contrast between the moment and the context both adds a layer of innocence on top, as well as mix it with a much darker sensation. I really like pieces that invoke feelings like that.

      Great story!

    2. I hate that my brain answered the first line with, “He’s just my cup of tea.” not because it’s a bad answer but because it was a complete instinctual response with zero thought behind it.

      And then that kinda ends up being the answer?

      I feel like getting the spray bottle out one these friends of hers. Like yeah, he may not be like the other guys she’s dated before, but she’s not dating them NOW is she? Maybe she just saw something she liked and decided to go for it. Like, it’s not even wrong to be like, “So, what made you decide to date a guy who’s basically the opposite of every other guy you’ve dated.” (Especially because the question could be the answer.) It’s the phrasing of all of it as a flaw that gets them the spray bottle.

      And I can easily imagine Savion just being like, “Look a distraction!” and cutting the leash like, “Go brother! You’re free!”

      And then the dog just sits there like, “Borf?”

    3. Lol this is hilarious and such a relatable take on the prompt. Both in friends’ judgement of who you choose to date and that feeling of needing to be with the opposite of what you would normally go for. I’m also a very big fan of weirdness being a top priority in a partner. I don’t know about anyone else but weirdness is non-ironically a necessity for me.

      Normal is boring lol. But besides that, I love how Remus is described here from an outside perspective. And it’s especially hilarious when you know what the true problems are. Kinda curious how these friends felt when Remus was outed, though it was probably not the best time for an I-told-you-so.

      I think what strikes me the most from an ‘awwwww’ standpoint is that Lynai doesn’t deny any of it. She agrees with them and acknowledges that he and all his flaws is what she wants right now and that’s what makes her happy, and that just tugs on the ol’ heartstrings.

      Loved this story!

  10. Neko mori mori Avatar
    Neko mori mori

    By neko mori mori
    Departure

    An old tea hous standing strong
    A yong girl sitting trembling
    Pot in hand caps at the ready

    Tap ..tap..tap .tap
    Hes hear
    More corps dan man a will stronger than 10 no a 100
    cane in hand

    “Were you not to depart
    the capital awaits ”

    “I.i..i cold not leaf lik dis “she Wisperd…poring tea
    “Can i be a little selfish for a bit longer i don’t know if ill see you again.”

    “Speek my cild “sitting across form her

    “Ill miss the stor even wen you
    Drag me in by force”

    “If you do not work you don’t eat”

    ” the art of tea was match mor exhausting than the sword arts”

    “It was your mothers wish for you to learn her ceremony
    I found it difficult myself but
    If samtings worth doing it is to be don well “he said wail injoying his tea even dou he lost the ability to taste jears ago

    “And your wish”

    “It was a dream i woken up ”

    “I ca-”
    Slam

    “No”

    “Its becos of me right ”

    “No its no-”
    Slam

    “Lair lair lair !
    I was there that day
    I overheard you and mom
    Its my folt because i was born ”

    Grabbing the girl in his abras
    ” will of iron body of glass cursed but my greatest treasure more than eny dream
    If already lost your moder
    Let dis old soul be selfish for a bit longer ”

    Yong girl will of iron melt away Laing still in her fathers arms

    …………..
    …………..
    …………..
    …………..

    “Your Child to-be
    Sowrd of the emperor ”

    “No fader wishes to outlife there cild…
    if you wish to serve the emperor
    depart for capital
    become a honourbil shrinmaiden ”

    “Yuri is also leaving..
    We found a hint were here mother cold be …..
    I promised to guard her
    ill be her sword
    Then ill become the emperor sword ”

    His imbras titans
    “Then i shell not let you depart ”

    “I know that’s way i poisoned your tea “

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That ending was really surprising… and, also, extremely sad.

      Let me first point out two small things so that I can focus on the story itself. I believe the whole format of the text suits the story and the way it is told, but it is a very unconventional formatting. I think this style is probably a bit closer to poetry than prose, so I don’t think the story is eligible to be read on the stream (which might not even be a problem). The other thing is that your spelling of some words is quite different than what I’m used to reading these words as, so I needed a little bit more time to properly get all that was going on. Ultimately, I understood it all and I really liked the story as it is told (though it felt more bittersweet on the beginning and ended on a more pure sad note), but it may be a problem depending on how another reader may approach the text.

      That out of the way, I really liked how much context and information is in this story – it does not feel like a long story or an info dump. In fact, it feels as if it is going quite fast and being very subtle with its characterizations. It paints a scene, and we follow it and absorb what leads to this and what the characters are feeling. We are immersed in the conflict, and then we understand it. That works really well – and it really get us ready to the end (perhaps ready is not exactly the word, since we arrive there more unprepared than we were at the beginning – better saying, I think it prepares us to be surprised, in a sense).

      Really interesting story. Thank you for sharing it!

      1. Neko mori mori Avatar
        Neko mori mori

        Thanks a lot for the tips
        I’ll work on my spelling for next time

        I’m glad you injoy my story

        I have a strange habit of my story’s Laing more on the poetry said I wonder Wai
        I’ll improve my prose

        I’m truly grateful for the advice

  11. ErstwhileinaDayDream Avatar
    ErstwhileinaDayDream

    Honey do tea
    By: EarstwhileinaDayDream

    “Honey, do you mind passing me the Glock? The nine-millimeter one.” Madelyn’s dimples were pinches of sunshine on this dreary day. She was flatting her ruffled black skirt as her husband complied with the request.

    Zevan was absolutely smitten with this girl for at least a week. What wasn’t to love? Madelyn was dynamic and thrilling. Not to mention she made a tea that Zevan was obsessed with. Zevan shivered as her silky fingers traced over the back of his hand. She pulled their hands down to the consul sitting between them in the car. She tilted her head to better show off her sky-blue eyes. “Thank you.” Madelyn gently brought up a to-go cup of tea she brew just for her lover. “Feeling lucky?”

    Her husband took the cup and swallowed deeply. The rich cinnamon cream melted over his tongue. The savory honey tea slipped down his untrimmed chin. Zevan exhaled slowly, as if he were in heaven from the homemade tea, “Now I am.”

    Madelyn hummed happily, “Honey, do you mind getting the door?”

    Zevan opened his eyes, his brown irises were thin compared to his now dilated pupils. “Of course love.” He dutifully opened the car door for his lover. The pair stood before the glass doors of the bank, their reflections armed to the teeth. Madelyn loaded her precious Glock, her thin fingers taking off the safety lever. Zevan tied the sword sheath to his belt, the laces giving him trouble.

    Madelyn turned to help him. The strings looped around her smooth nails before cinching tight. She smiled at her husband, “Honey, do you care how much we withdraw?”

    Zevan shook his head, “No dear, whatever you think is best. Shall I make an opening for you?”

    Madelyn nodded and Zevan raised his blade. With the back end of the jagged sword, he broke the glass in a single swing. The security guard to his right didn’t even get one breath in before Zeven plunged his weapon into his gut.

    Madelyn strutted forward, “Kneel, now!” Her orders were crisper than the bullets she fired.

    1. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      It’s a pretty strange story, the opening feels rather casual for what is described. The way that what is essentially a bank robbery. The tone is consistent and kinda quirky, the way that you’ve blended the sensory detail of the tastes of the tea with the dialogue of a crime story. It’s a strange yet enjoyable blend. The use of words like CRISP keep with the theme so well, like flavour puns, love that stuff. This was very well written. Good Job.

    2. The Ink Chimera Avatar
      The Ink Chimera

      I KNEW IT!!! I’ve written enough drugging storylines to know it when I see it! Still though. It was very well done.

  12. Fog Wall Avatar
    Fog Wall

    Espresso
    ~Fog Wall

    Across my vision came a small bubble with the number one in red. With a thought, it opened a message from Koalle that read, “Sorry that I’m running late!”

    Pushing back in my chair and lifting the front legs up. I Closed my eyes, I examined the overlay of my augment. My compass stretched across the top of my vision and a small selection of applications dotted the bottom left corner on a scroll wheel. Over the past month, I’ve gotten used to my new eyes, at least now that my face doesn’t hurt.

    I felt arms wrap around my shoulders and I instinctively went to stand, but they held me down and the chair fell flat. “Wha?” Opening my eyes and looking to my left, I saw Koalle smiling beside me.

    “Did I scare you, James?” She asked with a cocky smirk.

    My face felt warm, but I declined to answer, “You’re late, you’re never late. What’s up?”

    She rolled her eyes, stood and rounded the table. “You’re never any fun, are you?”

    That made me smile, “Fine, you did spook me. I already made our orders. So; what’s the plan for today? We got a job?”

    “That we do!” She gave me a big grin. “We’re off for the day, so I got us some tickets.”

    I raised an eyebrow. “Uh…” A small robot rolled up and delivered a tray, two chai teas. “What are the tickets for?” I took one of the cups and took a drink, enjoying the warm sweetness of it.

    “Wait, I thought you got me a coffee?” She countered my question.

    I just nodded. “I did, enjoy your cup of tea, it does have an espresso shot in it. No dodging, where are we going?”

    “Sky Waters Thrill Park,” was all she said before taking her drink and walking away, leaving me to catch up.

    Grabbing my coffee, I swiftly caught up to her. “How can I pay you back?”

    “I really don’t like Chai…” She grumbled and took a drink. “…With espresso? Really?”

  13. Aracnarquista Avatar
    Aracnarquista

    My cup! Mine!
    by Aracnarquista

    His tales were so flamboyant, it is no wonder Pirate Captain Anastasius would also prove to be quite the character.

    Good thing his tales came to an end a few minutes ago.

    Bloodthirsty and relentless, they said. No Imperial ship was spared his wrath and greed. All riches of the Crown were his for the taking. The fear he commanded spread far inland. Those were the stories.

    That was not the character that was brought before me. Strange and striking, sure. But not all that scary. He even tried to persuade me into sparing his sailors, “ignorant children who had no choice but following his orders in fear”, and taking only him to meet justice.

    So I don’t believe the tales that paint him as such a cruel and frightful man. Neither do I believe the tales that say he was captured and hanged thrice before… only to reappear terrorizing the seas after a few months.

    Most Admirals would love to be the one to finally hang the dreaded Anastasius, and not a few of them would mind the credit… even if they had to hang another poor sod as if they were the scourge of the Crown riches.

    But I know I have the real deal here. I got his cup.

    This may be the strangest of Anastasius’s tales. His love of tea, and his treasuring of this particular porcelain cup. Surely, that’s not something I’d expect to find in a pirate’s booty. Exquisitely built – a delicate wonder of refinement adorned with the blood red markings of a serpent biting its own tail. “Admiral, I’m the only one who drinks from this cup.” Those were his words.

    As steam rises from the hot beverage, I smile at this little irony. His prized cup, now in my hands. Just before putting the tea to my lips, I watch his lifeless body hanging from the courtyard. Even in death the scoundrel kept that mocking grin on his lips.

    Hm… Pomegranate tea. My favorite.

    My mouth contorts into a taunting smile.

    “Told ya. Nobody but me drinks from this cup.”

    1. HACKS! I call HACKS!

      This was nicely told. It keeps the belief suspended that Anastasius may not be a bad person all the way to when it is revealed that he has this ability.

      I bet his crew is just waiting outside for him to just waltz out in his new body, since this doesn’t seem to be the furst time. Are they even afraid of him if brings results to the table? If it meant sticking it to the law, probably not. Regardless this man has proven to be a really successful pirate.

      What a twist. Have a like.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Well, you know what they say on the seas – never trust porcelain dishes! No, wait… that can’t be right. Well, there must be something that is said at seas that might relate to the situation at hand.

        This one was difficult to balance – I wanted to imply a lot of things, and leave a lot not directly told, but sufficiently presented in the minutiae so that the idea of it all could be easily construed. That was a lot harder than I thought – originally, I wanted to imply that the plead fell on deaf ears and all the crew was hanged as well (to really nail an impression on the narrator before we arrive at the ending), but ultimatelly this part feel through the cracks during the writing. Which might be a good thing – I didn´t even had realised the crew might have survived this time!

        But let me ask you a question… does body-hijacking mean Anastasius is a bad person? Asking for a friend who might or might not have to change his dishes if that’s generally frowned upon!

    2. Sniperaxiom Avatar
      Sniperaxiom

      Super fun twist! I was rly waiting for the story to reveal if the speaker was someone to support or if the pirates were. XD I think the use of the prompt was rly rly clever!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, Sniperaxiom.

        I was trying to balance how much information I needed to share for the ending to land, and how much to keep to make it both surprising and kind of open to some interpretation, but I like seeing that it is clear enough.

        Thanks for the comment!

    3. Neko mori mori Avatar
      Neko mori mori

      Great story
      I love the twist
      I love the pirates
      I wonder is his fate taid to the cup or
      Is his soul bound to it
      Wat will happen if Samone breaks it
      Or is his ability separate from the cup he jest really like tea
      Is there ader pirates white mystical item

      Very well written

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot for the comment!

        I really appreciate that you like it and that you pointed out the elements which you liked. My intention was for some of the elements to be a little bit subject to interpretation by the reader – I can provide my own reading on those, but I also like knowing what other readers think of them and how they interpreted them.

        I’d say I would be very, very careful with said cup if I owned it, and if I used it. I’m pretty sure a ship is a dangerous place for a delicate cup of porcelain to be in, and if said cup is really magical, I’d bet Anastasius takes great care in keeping it intact… and, who knows? Maybe he is not the only one with such special treasure items!

        When I wrote it, my idea was to imply the cup is what permits the ending… but I didn’t really think on the mechanics of how it happens. That might be a fun exercise for another story. Maybe, in the future, said cup could end up with other characters – maybe even someone who takes its time to study its properties!

        Thanks a lot for the feedback!

  14. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    Proper British Tea
    By MasaCur

    Mizuki adjusted the coachman’s hat on her head and grabbed the whistling kettle. She poured the water into the pot and put in the infuser, then tapped her phone. Gears rotated on the screen as the hands ran backwards, and numbers in nixie tubes counted down from three minutes.

    “You take making tea way too seriously,” Ritsu commented.

    Mizuki shook her head. “Tobose-san, have you heard of the term, ‘not my cup of tea?’”

    Ritsu shrugged. “Sure, of course.”

    “Well, making a proper British tea is my cup of tea, so to say. Which means, English breakfast tea blend, steeped for exactly three minutes. Loose leaf, never in a sachet.”

    “I’m pretty sure the British use tea bags. In fact, I know they do. They sell them in that store you go to.”

    “I said proper British tea. I do things the traditional way. Do you have milk?” Mizuki glanced at the counter on her phone.

    “Uh, yeah, I think so.” Ritsu went to his fridge, and pulled out a half empty carton. “I don’t put milk in my tea though.”

    “Well, no, not if you’re going to drink the instant green matcha that you usually have. That isn’t meant for milk. But, again, I said a proper cup of British tea.” She took the milk from his hands. “Sugar? Honey will also do, but refined sugar was quite the rage in the Victorian age.”

    “No honey. I have sugar.” Ritsu grabbed the sugar bowl and held it out to her.

    Mizuki placed the bowl next to the two tea cups on the counter. “Hey, did you know the Victorians invented the sugar cube?”

    “Now that you’ve told me, I’m not likely to forget it.”

    A bell chimed on her phone, and Mizuki pulled the infuser from the pot. She poured tea into each cup, added milk and sugar, and held one cup out to Ritsu. “Here. Try.”

    Ritsu took the cup with some scepticism. He took a sip. It was sweeter than what he was used to. “It’s not bad, but I don’t think it will replace matcha.”

    1. The Missing Link Avatar
      The Missing Link

      It is always interesting when people take an interest in cultures outside their own, especially when there’s a lot of variation in a point of commonality. It doesn’t get much different from Japanese and British tea culture, but they definitely both have a strong one. While I don’t put milk in my tea, I definitely get Mizuki’s desire for a quality drink.

    2. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      As a British person, I would like to say “Arigato gozeimasu” for this wonderful and funny little piece.

      This has the feel of a short sketch in a slice of life manga or anime. I love Mizuki’s whimsicalness about making the ‘perfect cup of British tea’, while the more level-headed Ritsu speaks from a more grounded position.

      And who knows, maybe on the other side of the world, Mavis is trying to get Rodney to try some authentic Japanese bubble tea.

      Well done!

  15. R J Chapman Avatar
    R J Chapman

    Wires Crossed

    by R J Chapman

    ‘Sorry I’m late,’ said Steve.

    ‘Better late than never,’ smiled the blonde woman guiding him to a table. Finding a spare chair, Steve sat down, suddenly very self-conscious of his leather jacket and peroxide hair. A bald man was leading the discussion.

    ‘No more beating around the bush, we’ll have to throw caution to the wind.’

    There were nods of approval from those sat around before the blonde woman asked: ‘Playing devil’s advocate here, are we biting off more than we can chew?’

    ‘Your guess is as good as mine,’ one man shrugged.

    ‘Ignorance is bliss,’ another said smugly.

    ‘We’ve let the cat out of the bag now. We’re just going to have to bite the bullet,’ said the bald man.

    ‘We don’t want to miss the boat.’

    ‘The early bird catches the worm,’ said the smug one.

    ‘But what if we’re barking up the wrong tree?’ the blonde woman asked.

    ‘Then we’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it,’ the bald man said defiantly.

    ‘Hi, I’m Steve. Sorry to interrupt, but what are we talking about?’

    The others looked at him with bewilderment before the bald man spoke. ‘To make a long story short, we can’t have the best of both worlds.’

    ‘Sorry, what?’ Steve asked.

    ‘He’s still none the wiser,’ one chuckled.

    ‘Come on, it’s not rocket science!’ said another dismissively.

    Steve stared at their blank faces. ‘Would someone please tell me what on God’s green earth is going on?’

    ‘That’s the spirit,’ said the smug one encouragingly.

    ‘Speak properly!’ Steve spat.

    ‘You mean, call a spade a spade?’ the blonde woman asked.

    ‘This isn’t the Billy Idol convention is it?’ asked Steve.

    They shook their heads in unison before pointing to a sign above the door that read: “The Idiom & Cliché Appreciation Society”. ‘Ah,’ he muttered.

    ‘You’re going to have to go back to the drawing board,’ said the blonde woman before mouthing “two doors down” silently.

    ‘I better be going.’ Steve stood up awkwardly and walked towards the door. ‘Sorry about this. Idioms just,’ he paused and shuddered, ‘aren’t my cup of tea.’

    1. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      I haven’t done one of these for, I don’t know, maybe a few years. Just not had the time unfortunately. I really forgot how much fun these prompts can be. I know this is more of sketch than a short story. I did a lesson a while ago with some students about idioms and cliches, so when I saw this prompt my mind just went straight to that. As always there’s a great Terry Pratchett quote about cliches: “The reason that clichés become clichés is that they are the hammers and screwdrivers in the toolbox of communication.” There’s also a great quote by Alan Bennett – “Cliches can be quite fun. That’s how they got be cliches.”

      I don’t know if anyone who used to post a few years ago then is still about, but I hope everyone is well. I’ll try and leaves a few reviews.

    2. It’s nice to see a funny, lighthearted response amid the typical edgy and darker stuff I usually see here (not that those are bad). I appreciate how you actually made the string of idioms into an extremely predictable yet vague conversation. I felt as if I knew what would be said next even though I didn’t know what they were talking about. While at first glance I thought it was just a silly joke submission, but it’s a great practice of the applications of clichés and how they help us understand complex topics. Awesome response, sorry if I looked too far into it.

      1. R J Chapman Avatar
        R J Chapman

        Thanks Babs. Yeah, I tried to go lighthearted and jokey for this. I’ve done my fair share of dark stories, so it’s nice to mix it up a bit every now and again. I was trying to make a nonsensical conversation be generic enough to have a rhythm to it. I absolutely detest jargon and management speak, and have been in plenty of meetings where people seem to talk forever saying nothing at all, so I definitely used some of that experience. Thank you for the review. I know it’s a week late but will have a look at your story in a bit.

  16. Pipa Harana Avatar
    Pipa Harana

    “Should Have Named It Information Tea House”
    by Pipa Lyn Harana

    “Ginger honey tea, please. Iced.”

    The eyes of the little girl serving Nica grew as wide as saucers. “Any…thing else?”

    Nica looked at the menu again. To the tea afficionado’s sorrow, the options were very limited. Then again, how can one expect to find something except for Ginger, Jasmine, and Honey Calmansi in a Filipino town in the middle of nowhere? Nica just wanted to quench her thirst before driving to the next town.

    “Nothing else, thank you.”

    “Five minutes please,” the little girl squeaked.

    “Wait what about—.”

    But the little girl had already disappeared into the backroom.

    “Payment…”

    Nica sighed and slumped in her seat. Marites Tea House was empty apart from two other customers. Both were rummaging through several envelopes.

    “Ginger honey tea, iced.” The little girl handed her a battered envelope. “Careful with the seal. This one hasn’t been opened in fifteen years.”

    Nica’s eyebrows furrowed. “This isn’t what I ordered. I ordered tea, not—.”

    “Now this is a code I haven’t heard of before,” a sleek voice laughed. A tall thin lady emerged from the backroom. “Who sent you, darling? Juana?”

    “I… I wasn’t sent by anyone! I just want my cup of tea.”

    The lady frowned. “Now that code IS odd.”

    The two other customers were looking at the commotion now.

    “She rejected the envelope twice now,” the little girl spoke. “Doesn’t that mean something?”

    “Ah, but you order Jasmine for that sequence, darling. Not Ginger. Unless,” the lady moved closer to Nica’s face. She smiled and flipped out a butterfly knife. “You forgot?”

    Nica jolted out of her chair. “Look, I don’t know WHAT your deal is, but that is… that is NOT tea. That is an ENVELOPE, and, I… that is NOT tea—”

    The little girl pulled on the lady’s dress. “Mama, I just think she doesn’t know that we don’t serve that kind of tea.”

    “Hmmm.” The lady squinted her eyes. “Maybe. It’s suspicious though, who would—.”

    Nica bolted out the door of the information broker’s shop. “I just wanted a cup of tea,” she cried on the way out.

    1. I love the living hell out of this scene.

      Accidentally falling into spy things and therefore getting into trouble with said spies is a thing I have wanted for some time, and you delivered it very well.

      I can imagine some counter-agent taking poor Nica in a whirlwind adventure “for their own protection” that also involves defeating the Ultimate Badguy ™. It’s glorious.

  17. The Origomicron Part 2: Tea Demon

    By Joe

    “Wow!” Alyx the demon was amazed. “This double shot espresso, steamed milk, iced chai, coffee combo is delicious.”

    “Just say latte,” said Tom tired.

    “But that doesn’t encapsulate the whole experience,” said Alyx.

    “Yeah,” Dan chimed in. “But it’s quicker. That’s like me calling paper dead, thin, flappy, processed air producer. Or calling hot dogs suspiciously shaped meat subs.”

    “You keep that heresy out of this house!” Tom demanded.

    “OR calling nachos crispy tortilla triangles smothered in aged milk sauce.”

    “That’s disgusting!” Tom gagged and went to sip his drink. But when he did he realized it was empty.

    “What the…?”

    And then a demon exploded out of his cup. “Nyahahaha! It is I, Posh the Tea Demon.”

    “You owe me an earl grey,” Tom pressed calmly.

    “NO! Now that I am here,” Posh pointed at Alyx. “I… augh!”

    Tom jumped at the demon and wailed on the demons face.

    “EARL GREEEEY!!!”

    “Augh!! Augh! AUGH!!!”

    Dan and Alyx watched casually as they fought.

    “A tea demon, eh?”

    “Mmhm.” Alex confirmed.

    “Why tea though? I thought it was only paper.”

    “Tea leaves can make paper.”

    “Oh. Oh!” Dan was struck. “You guys have a greater influence than I thought.”

    “Yeh. Some of us have the power over almost everything that can make paper. Problem is some of us aren’t that gifted.”

    “Are you…?”

    “Over napkins and paper towels.”

    “Oh, well that’s something, right?”

    “Not exactly strong like a tree though. There are those who can do that and should be avoided.”

    Meanwhile, Tom had Posh restricted in a full nelson, which Alyx then got up and walked over and stood above them. He took one last sip of his latte before pouring the beverage on the demon, who let an unholy screech burst out and then fell unconscious.

    “Poor Posh. Has the weirdest weakness of any demon. Steamed milk.”

    “You know them?” asked Tom.

    “I called him here to help. But he keeps calling me his rival.”

    “Oh perfect!” Tom said optimistically. “He can start with my tea.”

    “I kind of feel bad,” said Dan.

    “Pff, I don’t.”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That certainly was a rollercoaster. When I had the idea it would go one way – sudden drop, and turn, and counter-turn, and a loop!

      This was a very, very confusing tale, and this is one of the few times in which I will say confusing and not mean something bad. The frenetic craziness of it all makes confusing very, very fitting.

      Though there were some small moments in which the confusion was a little bit too much. I had a little bit of a problem in really getting the flow of things when the fight started. On a second reading, it all made sense and I could quite easily picture the scene – a human and a demon casually commenting on another human and another demon fighting over tea!

      I can’t help but think that the whole discussion on specifics at the beginning is hinting on how “paper” can be a way-too-far-reaching concept… and I am certainly there will be more demonic shenanigans in the future. Color me insterested!

      Thanks for sharing!

  18. Galer Avatar
    Galer

    Joyful tea.

    by Galer.

    “So here is some Tea. I paid for it so we both can enjoy it,” said the female dragon, Merlia, with her tail swinging from side to side in enthusiasm. ” I hope it’s of your liking.”

    “Is this tea cranberry?” Martelus paused working on his laptop, his milky white lanky fingers coming to a stop as his lack of face turned towards her. A nearly invisible mouth opened to say, “Merlia, you know I hate that.”

    “Yep,” Merlia the human-shaped dragon said. ” I figure I will give you something different aside for Jasmine all the time.”

    Martelus tilted his head as if he was trying to read her mind. He wasn’t an expert telepath to do that. But the Nice suit helped enhance that image. He limited himself to clicking his tongue. “Then you wasted your time, I am not going to drink that.”

    “Oh please Martelus, you told me you didn’t drink cranberry even when you were,” Merlia lowered her hand to a child’s. height “You pretty much didn’t like it because of the smell.”

    “Perhaps because I dislike it a lot? What do you think?” Martelus said, an imperceptible thin line for a mouth showcasing a monotone expression. “Ok. I give you that I didn’t taste it since I was a child but…”

    Merlia interrupted him. “No buts, come on Martelus. I am not going to force you to drink it but at least try it.”

    His head moved towards the tea, then to Merlia and the tea again. Martelus groaned in annoyance.

    “I will taste it but if it’s not my liking you pretty much -wasted money on it,” declared Martelus, he grabbed the tea cup with one gangly hand and drank it.

    …..

    …..

    ….

    There was pleasant silence in the air, only for Merlia to cut through it. ” So how was it?”

    “Ok It’s good,” Martelus said in defeat and dismay making her chuckle in victory.

    And so this pleasant afternoon ended with the acidic aftertaste of joyful cranberry.

    1. ErstwhileinaDayDream Avatar
      ErstwhileinaDayDream

      This was quite the cute battle of wits. Both Merlia and Martelus are characterized well in their dialogues. Martelus is reluctant and Merlia is more of the exploring type that won’t push others too hard. I’m quite curious about the setting, I got the sense that it was low fantasy but modern. Wish there was more room for descriptions, a little confused about how a humanoid dragon looks in this world.

  19. The Missing Link Avatar
    The Missing Link

    Teatime Tyrant
    By: The Missing Link

    The knuckles on Professor Hoffman’s hand were bare white to the brink of numbness as they quietly strangled the handle of his teacup. An acrid, almost plastic odor wafted up to the university balcony and would any other day have been the height of the old historian’s distress.

    Today was not so fortuitous a day. Today, his department was graced with the presence of the grand praetor of the Martian army. Today, the dean had ordered he make the bastard comfortable. Today, a breach in etiquette meant war.

    Praetor Lucius Cornelius Canus, Martians fancied themselves the sixth Rome, wore a placid mask of contentment as he strode across the balcony, drinking in the mixing aromas of smoke and steam, free hand never nearing, but making a subtle point not to hide the gun at his waist.

    “Lovely campus you have here, professor,” he almost purred, “I simply adore what you’ve done with the place.”

    Hoffman didn’t look up. “Don’t take the bait,” he repeated to himself under his breath.

    “Speak up now, professor, it’s not polite. Is that how your mothers,” he pressed that word in like a knife, “Raised you? Pity that.”

    “What do you want from me?”

    Lucius dispassionately thumbed through a book from Hoffman’s desk. “Want? Oh nothing really.” He spread his arms theatrically out to the fire outside. “I’ve made myself a king, but historians. You make gods.”

    As Hoffman watched the book fall to the flames below, the praetor’s words slowed in his mind.

    “Make Me a God.”

    The bonfire flared. Martian soldiers cheered. And then, Hoffman could hear them marching, row upon row flowing from the campus library at their commander’s signal.

    Rushing, panicked to the railing, the porcelain teacup shattered. Hoffman watched as the last bastion of free knowledge on the planet blew into the night sky on streams of smoke and ash.

    “Go to hell,” Hoffman snarled, clutching the railing.

    “Pity,” was the last word he heard from the tyrant’s mouth before the bullet found Hoffman’s brain.

    Wiping blood from his gloves, Lucius sighed, “Yet still, history is written by the victors.”

    1. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      Really excellent description here. Well chosen verbs can do so much more than adjectives. Lucius has that “love to hate” aspect to his character. A really nasty piece of work, one that revels in his deplorability. My only criticism isn’t really with your writing, but the format itself. 350 words makes us great editors, and forces us to kill our darlings. But with a piece like this, when you’re building tension and suspense, it would be nice to be able to let it breathe a little to really ramp it up. You did a great a job and I’d love to read a 1500-2000 word version where you can really flesh out Hoffman and the world.

  20. Shinigama Avatar
    Shinigama

    The Migh-Tea Battle
    by Shinigama

    General Sinensis surveyed the opposing army. The light glinted of a sea of metal. He turned back to his own troops. They looked equally deadly with their shiny weapons and armour.

    “Now men,” he announced, “Don’t forget what we’re fighting for. We’re fighting to preserve our way of life! We’re fighting to preserve our culture! We’re fighting to preserve our traditions from being overrun by those… those heathens!”

    He pointed to the tall, proud banner, majestically standing above his army.

    “That, men, that is what we’re fighting for!”

    On the banner was a cup of black tea. Milk was being poured into it by a blue milk jug.

    “We’re fighting for our civilized ways! For the proper way to make tea! Not like General Camellia and her disgusting savages, they who put milk in BEFORE the tea!”

    The opposing army’s banner was also flying proudly in the wind. On it was a cup of milk, into which tea was being poured by a blue teapot.

    One of General Sinensis’ soldiers looked queasily away from the enemy standard. It was making him feel sick.

    At that moment, the sound of trumpets blasted through the air. Both General Sinensis and General Camellia’s armies turned to see a third army marching up the hill, directly between them. They too had a banner, flapping valiantly with the breeze.

    It depicted a single cup of black tea.

    The sound of hooves turned General Sinensis’ gaze away from the new arrivals. He was surprised to see General Camellia herself riding towards him, with a few members of her entourage.

    “General Sinensis,” she announced as she drew up beside him, “I hate to say this. But let us call a truce. We have a common enemy, one who threatens to destroy both of us.”

    “Who are those guys?” cried General Sinensis.

    “That’s General Leche,” she replied, “He’s of the belief… the belief…”

    General Camellia shifted uneasily in her seat.

    “He’s of the belief that… you shouldn’t drink tea with any milk!”

    “What?! That’s outrageous!”

    “I know, right?!”

    “That does it! Come on, men! CHARGE!”

    1. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      Ah I love a good ridiculous battle premise. Excellently written, friend.

      However, you failed to consider one more contender in this battle: the dreaded Southern Sweet Tea brigade, likely headed by someone with a name like Cane.

      Witty remarks aside, I really enjoyed this one. This is the kind of plot that I could see being made by Gilbert and Sullivan, or Monty Python.

    2. Berith Quinn Avatar
      Berith Quinn

      Ridiculous. Preposterous. And immensely enjoyable. Definitely has the makings of a good absurdist skit, the likes that would make Monty Python proud. So much so, that I would love to see this acted out or animated.

      Though I wonder how they’d feel about tea served with a thick straw, and little balls of tapioca.

    3. CodenameRedKrystalMatrix Avatar
      CodenameRedKrystalMatrix

      Lighthearted, satirical if you squint and a fun read! The pun as a title works perfectly for the piece as well. General Sinensis saying “Who are those guys?” did seem to contradict with the way he spoke higher up in the story- more informal than the rest of his dialogue. Other than that, though, I really like this!

  21. WriterOfThought Avatar
    WriterOfThought

    The Perfect Cup
    WriterOfThought

    Almost everyone will meet me in their lifetime. Or, if they don’t meet me, they will at least have heard of me. But for the ones that do meet me, I greet them like an old friend and serve them a cup of tea, perfectly suited to their liking.

    I did have the pleasure of serving tea to a dragon. Hers was an Earl Grey that had steeped for so long it was nearly black, served with cream. It was always pleasant to visit her.

    Her daughter, however, required a lighter taste. A green tea steeped until golden suited her far better, and milk instead of cream to add smoothness, but retain lightness. This woman, out of anyone I ever met, was always in need of a smile, so I would provide it to her.

    The dragon’s granddaughter, though, took very much after her grandmother. Maybe not in appearance, but in palate. Her tea was also bitterly black, but like her mother, she preferred milk over cream. Her personality really shone, however, with the addition of tiny white chocolate shavings to make it look like the night sky.

    It would be a while until I was able to provide a soothing beverage for one of the dragon’s other daughters. She took much after her mother’s taste, but she had spent so long trapped in bitterness that it only made sense to sweeten it with honey.

    I don’t often have the pleasure of serving kings, but they do always stand out. This one had been cursed in his youth, and he yearned for two tastes, which I provided. It had been the first thing he tasted since then. Matcha with chocolate. A remnant of his seafaring days, before he was a king.

    His granddaughter inherited that curse. Her tea would be the first thing she had tasted in her lifetime. Hibiscus with cinnamon. I remember her tears of joy, which flowed as freely as her grandfather’s.

    Those reactions are priceless; I cherish each one.

    I wonder how you will shine in your cup.

    Which tea fits you best, I wonder?

    1. Shinigama Avatar
      Shinigama

      Death rides a horse. And he carries a kettle with him.

      Did I get that right?

      I like the conversational way you tell this story. One is drawn into the narrator’s musings on his former client’s tastes. It’s very easy to believe that you are hearing the story from them in person.

      And your descriptions of the types of tea, their flavours, the ways they were served, are just excellent. They really make my mouth water.

      That’s enough critique, time to put the kettle on!

      Well done!

    2. ErstwhileinaDayDream Avatar
      ErstwhileinaDayDream

      I’m not normally one for second-person stories but this is quite excellent. How you use the descriptions of the teas to reflect their drinking is a stunning touch. Your story is subtle, perhaps not too dissimilar to adding a bit of sweetness to the tea. At the same time, it is unique and grabs my attention. I guess my only other feedback is what are the details about the curse? But its vagueness is also a strength of your story.

    3. I like the mythos vibes you have in this story. It’s really interesting to hear a story like this, which wouldn’t be out of place in a piece of folklore. Even though we never actually get a clear answer of who the person bringing the tea is, much is left up to interpretation, but that is what works in this story’s favour, I feel.

      There’s also a very serene tone about this piece, which I appreciate. I really like stories that can pull off this kind of calm description, without it feeling stale. Yay for wholesome tea spirit of happiness (that’s my interpretation, at least).

      Sidenote, I do like a good green tea to relax.

      Well written!

    4. Matthew R. Wright Avatar
      Matthew R. Wright

      Absolutely fantastic! The personality of the narrator shines through so much in the word choice and the what a surreal monologue this is. Knowing a family so intimately through their choice of Tea is an incredible way of doing observation, would never have thought of that. It’s also quite wholesome, and filled with detail. Loved it.

    5. CodenameRedKrystalMatrix Avatar
      CodenameRedKrystalMatrix

      I love how the tea preferences of each person hint at their personalities. Interesting that the speaker is left vague- I’d assumed them to be death, but the phrase “almost everyone…” leaves it open. The overall story feels warm and mysterious to me- I like that very much. A real joy to read!

  22. Reinkarnitor Avatar
    Reinkarnitor

    Cupful of memories

    by Reinkarnitor

    It was one of those cold, foggy mornings. Nothing new, it wouldn’t be London otherwise.

    X was used to it. More than that, he even began to love these mornings. There was just something magical about sitting in the warmth of his little apartment above the “Agency X” and looking out of the window on the street below, and into the small park across the street.

    ‘The fog makes it almost mystical’ he thought as he took another sip of his tea.

    “You really are an addict, aren’t you?” a cold voice suddenly sounded through the room and made him almost spit up his tea.

    “Emma! I told you not to sneak up to me like this!” he scolded the ghostly girl, who like always appeared out of nowhere.

    Emma seemed as emotionless and uncaring as ever. X sighed. It was no use, he would never be able to convince her to stop doing that.

    “And then to call me an addict…”

    “You are. For the mystical…” she paused and looked at his cup “…and for your tea.”

    It was meant to be tease, but her emotionlessness kind of betrayed the purpose.

    “You know…it was one of these mornings when I first saw you. Remember?” he asked her.

    “You stood right out there, under that lantern.” He chuckled. “It’s funny how long that was all you did.”

    For the first time he believed to see a small glint light up in her eyes, but it was gone again in an instant.

    “That was long ago, my familiar.”

    “If you say so” he simply accepted.

    He then stood up and got another cup, filling it with the steaming tea before giving it to her.

    “There’s nothing wrong with enjoying something. May I share what I enjoy with you?”

    Emma looked at the detective with her cold eyes, then gave a small nod. So they sat there together, looking out the window and sipping their tea.

    And if X would have glanced over to the ghostly girl, he would have seen a small smile forming on her face…for the first time.

    1. The Ink Chimera Avatar
      The Ink Chimera

      I like this story. It’s cozy. Homey even. And the care comes out cleanly, despite her apparent emotionlessness. And her smiling at the end, even though he doesn’t see it, is a good (if small) bit of character development. I do wonder what she’d be like in a larger story. I hope to see more in the future. Keep up the great work.

      1. Reinkarnitor Avatar
        Reinkarnitor

        Larger story exists, just in german, for the prompts I renarrate different scenes that have or have not been in the original story I wrote. In my original story her character is very very much further developed already.

        I use them sometimes for prompts, just like my characters Fiona and John, or Omnix.

        I am happy you liked it ^^

  23. Off Hours (Darkspell Universe)
    By Alex Nightingale (aka Spectre)

    Mia had just sat down on the couch, a bowl of crisps in front of her, when Cynthia’s voice tore her from her reverie.

    “So, what’re we watching?” the ghost asked.

    “I was just going to zap through, see what’s on,” the witch replied, taking a crisp. “Now, where was the remote…”

    “Here, let me,” Cynthia floated over, making a grab for the remote.

    Mia, who was already used to this, snatched it first.

    “You can’t even operate a remote anymore,” she said.

    “Yes I can. Watch.”

    Mia blocked Cynthia with a very quick hex, before she could go all gremlin on her entertainment system again. She was not having another evening of nonstop kaiju movies. Ever since Cynthia had started practicing her ghostly powers, she’d gotten more and more adept to using them.

    Mia secretly feared the day when Cynthia decided to possess a giant Hell Bee animatronic and rampage through the city.

    Just as Mia moved the remote out of Cynthia’s reach, she felt a beak close around it. Konrad had struck again, wrenching the remote from Mia’s hand.

    “Hey!” she made another grab for it, but Konrad fluttered out of range.

    Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, Cynthia could also fly, leaving Mia out of the current skirmish happening under, and partially within, the ceiling above her. Refusing the be denied, she tapped into a trick she’d learned from Max. A magical safeguard, to make sure the TV remote always returned to her hand. All it took was one simple spell and both Konrad and Cynthia made confused faces.

    “You two decided what to watch the past days. Now it’s my turn.”

    “Cynthia kept ruining the reception,” Konrad cawed in a haughty voice.

    “Wha- no, I didn’t,” Cynthia snapped back.

    “Shush, both of you,” Mia sat down and turned on the TV. “I just had a long day Mr. Mercury’s and I am in no mood to argue.”

    She took a sip from her tea, only to find Konrad’s beak deceptively close to it.

    “Konrad,” she said, dangerously slowly. “This is my cup of tea.”

    1. A good ole fight over the remote.

      I’m curious about two things because I can’t tell if they were intentional. The first is Mia saying Cynthia can’t use the remote when it seems she very much can. The other is at the end with “Mr Mercury”. Should there be an “at” before that, like is that where she works? If not, I’m not sure what it means.

      I love the imagery of Mia fighting with a ghost and a crow over thee remote, but then asserting her dominance by just recalling the remote when the fight moves where she can’t follow.

      I feel like the remote was all in fun though, while the tea is Serious Business.

  24. Tamela Redfin Avatar
    Tamela Redfin

    Fur for Days

    By Tamela Redfin

    Salvador petted the young pitbull gently. “See, you’re getting it, Shelia. Just because those cruel humans caged you, doesn’t mean you aren’t loved.”

    She sniffed and growled as two people approached.

    Sal held her close. “Shelia, it’s okay. Jerry and Jez are friends.”

    Jerry waved. “How’s the training?”

    Sal shrugged. “She trusts me, but gets nippy and growls around others.”

    Jez nodded, “I see. Is she okay if we have this chat you wanted to?”

    Sal motioned for them and they did. Sal finally spilled the question. “Why did you leave? Jerry and I would have taken care of you. As would my biker gang.”

    Jezebel looked down. “I didn’t want you to have to give up your dream. And I know my father, Gneiss, was against us dating. He didn’t like that I was dating two humans.”

    Jerry raised an eyebrow, “So that should forbid you from being happy? Classic Jez, worried about others opinions.”

    Jezebel nodded. “I didn’t want to be shunned, but I was anyway because when Mica was born, it was clear he was half human.”

    Sal touched both their shoulders. “Hey, let’s not fight like cats and dogs. But I will say this: Jez we’re here for you, Mica and our future cypha puppies.”

    Jezebel chuckled and relaxed. Jerry moved and rested his head on her shoulder.

    Sal stood up, Sheila wagging her tail. “Speaking of puppies, it’s feeding time. Do you want to help me with that?”

    “Oh yeah.”

    “Sure.”

    As they neared the house, they saw Mica and Sapphira petting some of the other dogs Sal had. “At least my future daughter in law also likes dogs.”

    “Alright, who’s hungry?” Sal called out.

    1. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      Definitely an interesting one. You weave your universe well. I do enjoy takes of prejudice from a fictional and fantastical perspective.

      Although the thing I must wonder is the implications of a world where there is a dog/human hybrid person (or at least some kind of werewolf), keeping a dog as a pet. Something about it niggles at my brain but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

      It’s not necessarily a bad thing, I’m just not sure how to take it.

      Other than that, excellent work!

      1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
        Tamela Redfin

        Not quite a werewolf. Cyphas are just underground humanoids that have grey skin and lon, sharp claws. Though I can see the confusion.

        Thanks for the reads :3

    2. This is so cute. I have to say that. Rehabilitating abused doggos and being supportive of family and friends. It’s all cozy and comfortable and loving, which is the opposite of the usual telenovella shenanigans.

      Very sneaky, using the meaning of “a thing someone likes” to be use of the prompt. Very covert. Well done.

    3. Cute story.

      I like Jezebel being welcomed back after all this time, even if it was Sal who went looking for her.

      I feel like the story lacked focus though. For example, the arent fighting
      so the “let’s not fight like cats and dogs” line comes out of nowhere and only seems to be in the story because they’re taking care of dogs.

  25. Berith Quinn Avatar
    Berith Quinn

    The Rothsford
    (A Tale from Aetherion)
    By Berith Quinn

    As Sylas hurried towards Lady Fayeth’s office, he could hear the phonograph blaring a tune from some old opera. While he was never quite fond of them, Lady Fayeth knew all their lines, as though she had once been in them. As such, it was never a surprise to enter her office, only to find her twirling around without a care, as she sang to the old recordings.

    Much to Sylas’ disappointment, today was no different. Even with her eyes closed, Lady Fayeth gracefully manoeuvred through the room, as though she had rehearsed some old choreography that incorporated the furniture while she hummed to the tune.

    “Ma’am, report on the Rothsford.” Sylas calmly spoke, as he pulled out a file from his leather satchel.

    “What was that, Sylas?” Fayeth called out absently, as she continued to twirl around the room.

    “The Rothsford, ma’am.” He repeated himself, as his eyes casually scanned through the dossier.

    “Ahh yes… Rothsford. Very sharp, and extremely refined. Take faith, dear Sylas, the Rothsford has quite the bite. Definitely my cup of tea, if you get my meaning.”

    “Pardon, ma’am?” Sylas hesitantly asked as he glanced down at the report in his hands.

    “Keep up, Sylas. Now the Rothsford is paired with what?”

    “Errr…” Hurriedly, Sylas flicked through the report. Having briefly reviewed it earlier, he knew he had recalled seeing something regarding an accomplice. “Aifelstein, ma’am.”

    “Aifelstein? Never heard of that one… sounds like it’s from the Dhampyri Empire. So probably a red.”

    “Pardon, ma’am?” Sylas interrupted, the confusion clear in his voice. Lady Fayeth stopped her dancing as she finally opened her eyes, and stared at Sylas. Her expression was equally puzzled as his.

    “Where’s the cheese… and the wine… wait, did you not say Rothsford?” Lady Fayeth enquired as she slowly looked around the room, much like a child that had been promised a present.

    “Yes, ma’am. The report on the Rothsford, ma’am. As in the diplomat from Rothsford.” Sylas hesitantly replied as he held up the report.

    “Oh… so not the cheese then?” She asked, with a hint of disappointment.

    1. The Ink Chimera Avatar
      The Ink Chimera

      I appreciate the comedy. I was as confused as they were until she said it was probably a red. I like it. It’s rather fun, even though Fayeth comes off as a bit ditzy. Although, that may be intentional. I’m not sure. I’m not very familiar. Keep up the good work.

      1. Berith Quinn Avatar
        Berith Quinn

        Fayeth isn’t meant to be intentionally ditzy… more absent minded, playful and often lost in her own world at times. That and she does love her cheese.

        And I’m glad that you enjoyed the comedy.

  26. The Ink Chimera Avatar
    The Ink Chimera

    A lovely cup of tea
    By: The Ink Chimera

    I sat at the end of the table, staring down my husband, (soon to be ex husband) on the other end. I had a grin on my face, just as wide and jovial as his.

    “So, it all comes down to this?” I asked, keeping the laughter from my voice. “20 years of gambling, scams and forgery all coming to an end here.”

    “So it would seem.”

    He looked down at the two cups of tea on the plate between us, reaching out with his finger and spinning them slowly around again and again, just like he’d been doing for the last several hours.

    “Yes, how unfortunate it has to end here. I do love playing our little games, almost more than I love you. But, at the end of the day, only one can walk away with the pot.”

    I chuckled to myself, thinking that all of this was somewhat comical.

    I traced the shape of the cup handle remembering the time he got this tea set for me on a date so many years ago. Back when I thought myself a saint, condemning gamblers and con artists to devils in people’s clothing. Oh how foolish I was back then.

    Finally, I took my tea cup, and he took his. We both toasted, then drank our cups dry, setting them back down on the plate, staring at each other with even wider grins.

    We sat in silence for a few minutes. I spoke first.

    “Let me guess… You poisoned both of them?”

    He chuckled. “You know me too well, my dear. I never was a gracious loser. And if I were to poison one, I’d lose either way. I can’t have that now, can I?”

    I let out a joyful laugh. “So this isn’t a game of who lives. It’s a game of who dies first. Such a wonderful treat.”

    I stood up and walked to him, kissing him deeply as I collapsed into loving embrace.

    “What a wonderful cup of tea.”

    1. R J Chapman Avatar
      R J Chapman

      Inconceivable! I don’t know if it was intentional but I got some strong Princess Bride vibes from this, of which I strongly approve. If not, then it’s a happy accident. Beyond that, I think it’s an interesting take on the prompt. Not entirely sure what forced them into this position, whether it’s their past catching up to them and they’ve decided to go out on their own terms. Or whether there is something supernatural going on and they’re playing with each other as the poison will not have a lasting effect. Either way I’m intrigued. Although if they’ve been waiting hours to drink it, that tea is going to be cold and gross!

      1. The Ink Chimera Avatar
        The Ink Chimera

        No. Princess bride was not intentional. (Although I did have that thought while writing) And I suppose you could say it’s their past catching up to them. Although, not from any outside party. Rather simply, it’s the stakes. The rush of being the one who lives and takes everything. The highest stake for any gambling addict. And the husband doesn’want to lose the “pot” or his beloved wife. Either one would be a loss, so he poisons both, and while he doesn’t keep everything, in a way, he gets to stay with his wife. Yes. It’s convoluted, but I thought it was interesting.

    2. The Missing Link Avatar
      The Missing Link

      That first line is interesting in how it sets up a truth within a lie, perfect for love from a conman. This almost feels like they were backed into a corner by the cops, debt collectors, or whoever else their schemes pissed off and thought to be theatrical in a final act of rebellion instead of going quietly.

  27. So Happy Together
    By Marx

    Nisha was beautiful.

    Her long, silky blonde hair. Her flawless complexion, which had just enough of a rosy tint to give her porcelain skin that angelic glow. Her sea-blue eyes which made everything reflected in them that much more striking. Her-

    “Why do you stare at me with such intensity?” Nisha asked, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. “Tell me this instant!”

    Despite Nisha’s demand, Murphy remained silent for a moment. He took time to gather his thoughts before he finally answered, “Would you do something for me?”

    “You know I would do anything you ask. …as long as it didn’t endanger you. What do you ask of me, my love?”

    Murphy nodded, determination burning in his eyes. “Would you drop your glamour or illusion or… whatever it is? Can I see the real you again?”

    Nisha’s eyes widened in horror as she shook her head. “N-… no! You like me like this! I’m pretty like this! You said so, yourself! Have you grown bored with this appearance? You can choose a new one!”

    Murphy took a deep breath. “You’re beautiful like this. Trust me. This isn’t about you. It’s about me. I need to see your true form again.”

    Nisha wrapped her arms around herself, her head still shaking. “No no NO! I like the way you look at me when I’m like this! I… don’t like how you look at my true form. It scares you. I scare you…”

    “And that’s exactly the problem… I need to get used to it.”

    “Why? You know this is a lie! You like the lie! Why won’t you just let me make you happy with the lie?!”

    “Because…” Murphy stared unblinking at the floor as he sighed. “…you almost died. You almost died because in your weakened state, you were more worried about using the little magic you had left for ‘that’ instead of healing yourself…”

    “I’ll… be better then!”

    Murphy nodded. “We both will. I know you’ll do your part. Allow me to do mine.”

    “I hate you being scared of me…” Nisha murmured.

    “And that’s why you should help me.”

    1. Ah, I love this flavour of Angst Juice. The monster, wanting to be loved, would do anything to remain loved. Up to and including a risk to their life.

      It shows how desperately lonely they are, when they would rather die being loved and approachable than live by being scary to their paramour.

      Murphy’s resolution to the quandry makes perfect sense, and convincing Nisha to go through with it is the big hurdle to their continuing relationship. I love it. Chef’s kiss.

      1. Thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoyed it. Writing these two is always fun. And while this story mostly shows the cuteness, there’s definitely some twisted parts in there that only ramp up the angst that much more.

    2. Berith Quinn Avatar
      Berith Quinn

      There’s something very relatable about this piece. That some of us view ourselves as irredeemable monsters… and yet would sacrifice one’s self for their loved ones. It’s sweet, albeit sad yet romantic. Which makes the ending so much more touching. When someone really loves you, it doesn’t matter if you see yourself as a monster, it’s about whether they see you as one. Thank you for posting this piece.

    3. Neko mori mori Avatar
      Neko mori mori

      Having samon to open up to
      Samone that sees you for you
      Samone you can bear your darkness to
      And steal love you
      Stand by you
      Dis is more beautiful dan diamonds
      Rare than emeralds

      We all were mask
      Some grow use to theme
      Some fall in love white theme
      Anders kling to theme

      Never forget your fearfully and wonderfully made don’t Los yourself
      Hiding under 100 defrent mask

      Good luck Nisha

      Sorry for the rant
      love the story
      Nisha is a sweet heart
      Treat her well Murphy

  28. Tea and the Teufel [A Devil’s Tale]
    C.M. Weller

    The glass teapot was waiting for him. Cinnamon and diced ginger for the winter season, strips of sweetcane and lemongrass, too. And, Bai had to note, an entire leaf from his ‘special’ dandelions.

    It was almost ready to pour.

    The problem lay in the fact that neither he nor his secretary, Genran, had prepared it. Only one other being in the entire Dojo could sneak around Bai’s office without his notice.

    “I sense you have matters to discuss, Lord Hellkin.”

    There, right where Bai had previously looked, was the Adept in question. The Hellkin saluted with the appearance of respect, but his near-permanent smile tainted it with parody.

    “Veringa made Adept, yesterday,” said Adept Hellkin, the only student who had made Adept at seventeen. A year Veringa’s junior, he had still to reach official adulthood. Something that HAD to chafe the Gnome.

    “I suspect you are here to deliver your version of the truth?” Bai ran small tests on the tea. No poisons.

    “If it were possible for me to be further dishonoured, you would be doing such. Master,” he chided, if mildly. “I put my blood to an oath. And I would never dream of poisoning you.” Those baleful yellow eyes held Bai in reproach. “You know damned well I don’t want your post.”

    Bai withheld any excuse. He also knew that the Hellkin had a nose for lies. The issue was trust and they both knew it. “I take it you are not here to relay congratulations to Adept Veringa.” He poured his cup.

    “She attempted to prove me a false Adept by combat. She lost. I’m pretty sure that that fight won’t be the end of it.”

    THAT had to be why the Hellkin had added an entire dandelion leaf. He knew more stress was coming Bai’s way.

    As if in answer to that small prophecy, the Hellkin added, “She kept trying to kick me in the face instead of throwing me from below. How the FUCK did she make Adept without knowing basic strategy?”

    “Just like you,” Bai said, “she passed the Gauntlet.”

    1. Tamela Redfin Avatar
      Tamela Redfin

      Loved the piece. But does he really use the tea to relax?

      1. Dandelion tea is a perfect stress medication for Elvenkind, and often used for cases of chronic anxiety or to “alleviate the weight of the crown” as they say.

        It’s the utter DELINQUENTS who get pipes and hang out in dark alleys smoking weeds :3c

    2. Pipa Harana Avatar
      Pipa Harana

      I really love how clearly the conflict was introduced and eased out despite the word limit!

      1. Thank you I do try my best 😀

    3. I remember that fight. I…no, she did challenge him right after becoming Adept didn’t she?

      How does one get to challenge the Gauntlet? Just when they want to, and it’s assumed that no-one without sufficient training could do it…?

      I love that he made like, the best tea for him. I like that it feels like he’s gone from being a trouble maker to acting
      as an equal. Specifically it’s funny he’s complaining, or expressing disbelief, in Veringa in much the same way I’m sure many many people complained about him. Though, in Veringa’s case it does seem to be a legitimate issue with her skills. Or at least her mentality.

      1. Yeah, Veringa did challenge Kosh pretty much after changing into her black uniform.

        The Gauntlet is free to access by anyone in the Dojo, but it’s not advised to go through it without sufficient training [a certain level in the Trainee rank, to be specific]. That said, there’s always one or two Novices who are like “_I_ can do that,” and serve as an object lesson for the rest.

        Kosh studied the Gauntlet and worked out its mechanisms, and therefore came up with a plan. Veringa very likely brute-forced the dang thing and took a few dumb risks to win.

        …also Kosh treating Bai like an equal is still being a troublemaker, according to Bai. Especially the bit about getting into Bai’s office without notice and making the firkin TEA.

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