Writing Group: My Cup of Tea (PRIVATE)

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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42 responses to “Writing Group: My Cup of Tea (PRIVATE)”

  1. jesse fisher Avatar
    jesse fisher

    Writing Process
    By Jesse Fisher

    It was a calm day as the splash of the shallow waves hit the port and starboard side of the Hour of Wolves. Many of the crew did not understand the reason behind the name, some thought Waves Beneath would have been better given the vessel’s job. Thoughts of these trivial things were cut off by the morning call.

    “Captain on deck!” Shouted the first mate.

    This brought everyone to attention, some were in a state after a large wave rocked the ship. Scrambling to get to attention.

    “Gentlemen be at ease,” The captain walked down from his cabin. “I am just checking on you due to the wave. While it might not be a major thing that felt rougher on such a splendid day.”

    While they were distracted by the captain a wriggling limb began to snake up the ship.

    —-

    “I thought you said we would not do the kraken attack again?”

    “But that could set up for the action scene later.”

    A pair of script writers looked at the shared document up on the projector screen.

    “It is a rehash of a trope we’ve used like two scripts ago, and the producers wanted a more grounded story.”

    “I know but we could just make it a giant squid.”

    “That would work but they might just cut it due to another effect they have to do.”

    “What about the reason for the squid attack? We could have a whale trying to get it while hitting the ship?”

    “That could work.”

    —-

    The beast reached up grabbing the mast as it felt the pull of the whale below, the poor crew were tossed about as any attempt to defend themselves were met with the ramming of the ship.

    The captain looked worse for wear as his crew were thrown into the frothing waters.

    —-

    An actor looked over the part of the captain, there was a scene about some paper lanterns but given the rest it seemed out of place. Loved everything else but that one scene. Maybe he can get it rewritten.

    1. DaLeen Avatar

      Honestly, this was hilarious. I love it, not only due to the fact you actually kinda-implemented all those past prompts, it also works, for whatever reason. And it’s just a lot of fun.
      I was a little confused by that first break at first, but that cleared up fast enough to not distract from the story.

      Thanks a lot for writing and sharing! Welcome back!

  2. 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. She’s almost out of her tea. Almost. If she were out and this were her last teabag, that would have been a horror of epic proportions! Or is there simply some way to magic dust and debris out of tea? Who knows?

      Seriously though, this was a very fun take on the prompt. I like how you set up that it was a relaxing thing for Jostica in the beginning, while reinforcing its importance by it being the first thing she did when she got back just for it to be hilariously ruined by another thing you set up earlier.

      As always, the dialogue really came across naturally and the ending landed just as you probably intended, getting a chuckle out of me.

      Thanks for sharing!

  3. DaLeen Avatar

    Who Does The Choosing Anyway?
    By Taja DaLeen

    A young man, garbed in green… wait, wrong story. But this one was surrounded by quite some green; he was tending to his garden.

    He loved his plants, you see, took care of them every day, even talked to them once in a while.

    Gardening was hard work, but he had fun and always looked forward to the vegetables he got in return.

    He also liked the fact his magical gift came in handy with cooking, when something he needed was… well, let’s say its time was up.

    And on this fine day, the young man was kneeling in between his tomatoes, when suddenly another man appeared.

    He looked rather old, with a long white beard atop his aloha shirt, which he paired with some oddly colored shorts and sandals, along with a gray hat to hide his balding head.

    “Hey there! Nice tomatoes. Are you Pete, by any chance?”

    The young man, Peter, looked up from his work and, wondering what the hell that weirdo wanted, slowly nodded.

    “Oh, great! Means I found you faster than my colleagues thought. You know, we’d just love for you to join us! We can…”

    “Who are you?”

    The old man had the decency to look shocked at this point. Or sheepish, not that it mattered.

    “Darn, I’m sorry! I completely forgot to introduce myself, no? I am Greg, a wizard and part of the Magical Research Bureau! We find out lots of things, you might ev…!”

    “No.”

    To Peter the conversation was over. But obviously, Greg thought otherwise.

    “What? No! You can’t do this! I drove all the way out here just for you! We need you, you’re our chosen one! Do you know how rare time elemental magic is?! You just have to…!”

    “This sounds like a you problem, I don’t want to go anywhere else. I like it here. So, leave now. Please.”

    Peter grabbed his basket and went inside; leaving Greg to his moping and us without a chosen one story; to make himself a nice calming cup of coffee.

    Who’d have thought. Not Greg, for sure.

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I found this whole scene quite entertaining. I particularly like the subversion of the chosen one trope (a trope I admit to have a dislike for), and I just love how you start by posing the question in the title. At the end of the story, we don’t even know who chose Peter – or if he was chosen at all. But we know he chose NOT to answer the call, and that makes for a very compelling story.

      There were some elements that got me a little bit confused while I read it, but I think those were more on my part than any problem with the writing. I can’t help but fixate on the beginning and the idea that I didn’t get what is being referenced there (Link, perhaps?), and the first mention of his gift got me wondering a lot if I didn’t get some thing or another about what exactly his gift was being previously mentioned. Maybe I allowed for my anxiety to get the better of me, so I got overly curious and thought that the revelation of his time magic came a bit late… but I don’t think it is fair to say that’s a problem of the writing. After all, his unusual ability is regarded as pivotal for why Peter was chosen, but the way we follow his tending of the garden highlights how the important thing is the way he uses it in more mundane and everyday ways.

      Anyway, a lovely story (and I will repeat, love the question posed by the title).

  4. Glaceon373 Avatar
    Glaceon373

    What’d You Mean By “Tea Party?” (Students of the DiamondBridge Academy universe)
    by Carrie (Glaceon373)

    Following his phone’s navigation system, Jidz trotted through the unfamiliar suburbia where Feleron’s house was supposed to be. When Sam and Roselyn exited a car three houses ahead of him, he knew he was in the right spot.

    He waved at his friends as he caught up with them. “Looks like half the gang’s already here!”

    Sam nodded. “You excited for the tea party?”

    “Yup! Brought my mug, too.”

    Jidz reached into his bag and removed a beautiful mug that was also capable of holding a gallon of liquid.

    “Wait, were we supposed to bring a mug and not a cup?” Roselyn asked. She removed a strange-looking case from her purse, presumably containing a teacup and saucer.

    “Did Feleron say which one?” Jidz put his mug back in his bag. “I’m not sure.”

    “I, uh, really hope we don’t need either,” Sam laughed awkwardly. “Because all I have are six tea bags.”

    “Usually hosts for these things provide the tea, right?” Jidz asked.

    “Usually when I get invited for tea, it’s actually to talk business. But this is Feleron, so…” Roselyn waved her arms around in an expression of thought, almost hitting the large bushes on Feleron’s front lawn.

    “Did he clarify in the invite?” Sam asked. “I’m not sure he—”

    “Please, you’re all overthinking this.”

    They jumped. None of them had heard Cypress join the group.

    “If Feleron didn’t say to bring anything, then don’t,” they explained. “Also, he’s gonna let us in any second now.”

    The front door of Feleron’s house flew open. “Hi guys! Come on in, I’ve got everything set up!” he said before vanishing inside.

    Cypress snorted a laugh. “See? None of you know what a tea party is.”

    They also disappeared inside. Sam, Roselyn, and Jidz looked at each other, shrugged, and followed suit.

    “It’s great to see you guys!” Feleron said. “Do you guys like green tea, black tea, hot or iced, I’ve got everything—”

    “Sorry I’m late!” Ahna dashed in the door, catching her breath. “Were we supposed to bring anything? I made cookies for everyone. Is that okay? I—what’s so funny?”

    1. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      Oh I do love the whole, “I have no idea what to do.” I mean proper tea is such a trope at this point that unless it was a thing as a kid you just think it a fancy event. Versus the hangout events like this. I also like the many different takes on the overthinking.

      Really loved the whole idea here and like to hear how the party goes.

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

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    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      I guess I read them out of order – somehow I missed the disclaimer that this was the sequel to the one in the public group. Anyway, this was also an interesting experience in reading: the way the dialogues end up referencing each other makes both of them work really well as a set, and the structure of each of them makes both work really well as well by its own.

      I also really liked how natural it is to think of each scene as kind of a different setting and shot in a movie, with its own rhythm and setting – besides Lynai’s presence and they happening one immediately after another, they could well be “shot” in different days and being built up in different processes. I also find interesting the change in point of view – we have a third-person narrator for the first one, and in the second we are in the head of Savion/Remus. This give a different texture to each story.

      As said before, each story feels quite good on their own, but the way we can get more things and even contrast elements make them even better as a two-part. And the ending line gets heightened.

      Great stories as usual, Anti! Thanks for sharing.

    2. Lol! This is an amazing companion piece. And I actually think that you could read them in any order, including by themselves without the other and they’d work. But there’s an extra satisfaction in reading them in order.

      Reading the friends judging Remus just for him to be just as judgemental about them later with Lynai being the common center is pure Chef’s kiss.

      I think what strikes me at a personal level with this one is I’ve been in all three places. I’ve been the one pretending to be normal so that I can blend with my friends. I’ve been the one acknowledging how different a weird person is when they’re with normal friends. And I’ve been the weirdo, so I can completely empathize with each side of this and it is just a matter of where you are in your own personal growth.

      There’s nothing wrong with being normal(though I personally think there’s no such thing as truly normal) and there’s nothing wrong with being weird as long as you’re being true to yourself, and Remus calling Lynai on this is such a cathartic read because you can see that this was very much needed for her. You just don’t see these kind of things when you’re too deep in it.

      But onto the story itself! Lol this was so well paced out with the dialogue. And I completely agree with Arachnarchista that both stories work so well as standalone. Reading both and knowing the backstory absolutely adds to it, but it’s such a relatable subject that you can easily digest it for what it is.

      If you pulled my arm for a critique, the “You’d think.” line tripped me up a little. I had to read back to get what it was in reference to but it does make sense where you put it so that could very well just be a me thing.

      Regardless, this was a great pair of stories that knocked it out of the park with using the prompt in roughly the same way and yet being different experiences.

      Thank you for sharing!

    3. I’m surprised that Remus focused on how Lynai is different around them. … But upon reflection I think that’s because the story that introduced them gave me the impression they were vapid, or just superficial. But that may not be the case. They may just BE normal, or at least that’s how Savion sees normal humans. It could also be that Lynai IS weird, but in a “main character” way, and they’re normal in the “Ugh. People.” way.

      Oh. Wait. Actually he did.
      ” And I knew…there wasn’t much to them.”

      I like how they’re able to be honest with each other about…most things.

      And I liked the joke about being a ghost.

  6. Rattus Avatar

    What Do The Leaves Know, Anyway? (Illusions of Heroes)
    By Gerrit (Rattus)

    Emrys tried to focus on the earthy smells of the drink before him, hoping it would distract him from the skepticism riding in his chest. Who’d ever heard of reading the future in tea leaves, anyway? He’d humour Serennia, of course, but she definitely owed him one after this.

    When the billowing steam faded to a thin wisp, Serennia raised the mug to her lips and took a long sip. A shallow exhaled escaped her lungs, followed by the hint of a smile as she passed the mug to Emrys.

    Emrys took it in one hand and considered it a moment. He looked up for a moment, and caught the expectant gaze of the seer. No point in delaying, he supposed.

    With a single long gulp, Emrys finished off the drink. He extended the mug back to the seer, who took it with a touch more excitement than Emrys would have liked.

    As the seer peered into the mug at the remaining leaves, the colour began to drain from his face.

    “Everything alright?” Emrys asked.

    “I’ve never seen the leaves speak so strongly.” His voice was little more than a whisper. “They scream of pain, and darkness.”

    The seer tilted the cup for them to see, as if either Emrys or Serennia would be able to make sense of them. When the two of them looked at their supposed future, the leaves around the edge of the cup feel to the bottom, obscuring whatever picture the seer might have seen.

    Serennia smiled. “Well, at least we’ll be together once the pain and darkness is done.”

    1. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      This was an interesting take on things, and now I’m upset that I didn’t even think of tea leaf reading. Shouldn’t be at all surprised that the future of Emrys is showing pain and darkness, given everything I remember of the stories I’ve read about him before. I do like the optimism that Serennia ends the story on, whether she believes it or not. This was a neat story to read, Rattus. Thanks for writing.

    2. jesse fisher Avatar
      jesse fisher

      Well that was a cleaver use of the prompt, also love how there are horrors one line and then comfort. I also love the whole set up for this story, the fact this could be seen as a calm moment now while revisiting you could see it as foreshadowing for the events later on.

      All in all this is a nice tense piece of work that could just be calm in retrospect.

  7. 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. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      I really like this, the symbolism of the cup of tea. The drink drank from the cup beloved by a tyrant… By a fellow we don’t gleen enough from.

      I do really love wrapping it up wirh the last line. It gives the admiral and the captain a history unwritten and possibly a haunting hunt to retrieve his prized cup. With how the description goes, that captain is better off swinging, so I’ sure the Admiral is very pleased with hos favorite drink. Bravo on an excellent piece of writing!

      I do have one spot that tripped me, however. The last sentence in the third paragraph feel long and could be reformated into two seperate sentences to remove the clunky feeling.

      Thanks for reading and keep on writing!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot!

        About that spot that tripped you… yeah, I probably could have phrased it better. This one was written on a burst and then edited in another burst, and I guess I was just tired when I finalized trimming it to (once again) exactly 350 words… So every subsequent edit would have to be re balanced to not add any new word after then. But I can see that it would probably benefit from another edit.

        I’m interested in how you interpreted the story. I admit I wrote it to at least allow for two very differing interpretations – but by what I’m receiving as reviews in the public group it seems most people have interpreted it in the way I though most would, and you appear to have come with yet another one that I was not expecting. I love when this happens, to be honest (which I’m still uncertain if it is a good thing or a bad thing to feel as a writer).

        A pity that if I return to this story, I’d have to settle in one interpretation to make a sequel. It would be fun if it could allow for the ambiguity to be kept, but I guess this time it just wouldn’t work.

        Thanks a lot for the comment and the feedback.

    2. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      Oh, this was clever. I love the twist at the end. The dreaded pirate captain, scourge of the seas, able to cheat even death, caught, captured, tried, and hung, only to resurrect through the enchantment on his prized tea cup. You really do a great job of building this one up, of giving Anastasius a legendary backstory. It makes the payoff at the end work so well. Good job, Aracnar.

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot!

        The whole idea just happened into my mind as I was thinking on the prompt – it was just a matter of executing it. But that’s the whole problem – I was really struggling in deciding how much to present and how much to imply, so that the ending would land. So far, it seems like the story as it is has worked, which is great. But I still think that perhaps it could have had a different balance. Anyway, thanks for the comment!

    3. DaLeen Avatar

      This was a very interesting one, and quite fun to boost. Though I must admit the name Anastasius felt a little… weird, at first. But I got used to it, and now I think it fits him quite well.

      I didn’t think anyone would write a pirate story of all things with this prompt; to be honest it’s the last thing I would have thought of, and that’s one reason why this is so awesome.

      I only have to admit, I was a little confused the first time I read it, wondering how exactly Anastasius came back. Maybe I’ve been thinking too much “Jack Sparrow”, like “maybe he somehow tricked that admiral and he hung instead of Anastasius?”, so, yea. Took me at least one more read to get to “oh, that cup is enchanted!”. This story probably suffers a bit from the word limit.

      But still, very enjoyable read. Thanks a lot for writing and sharing this!

      1. Aracnarquista Avatar
        Aracnarquista

        Thanks a lot, DaLeen!

        Well, what can I say: nobody expects Anastasius’s Pirate Crew… Or was it the Spanish Inquisition? It was either one or the other.

        After the “Hoist the Sail” prompt, I’ve been listening to a lot of pirate-like songs, so I guess my mind went to it when I was thinking on a story… and, to be honest, I thought the contrast between the finesse of porcelain dishes and the supposed roughness of a pirate captain would make for an interesting image.

        I tried sprinkling some elements to hint at the twist and how it would work, but I think they ended up being a little more on the obtuse side than they needed to be. There is the whole thing of Anastasius’s having a fame of cruelty that most probably is not quite based on truth, but rather on rumor (and part of it is me just finding the idea of the Dread Pirate Roberts from Princess Bride amazing), but it is mostly conveyed in the notion that the cup must have something to it to justify his obsession and the ideas that either there were more pirates using the same name or there was some truth to him coming back after successive hangings. And there was the image of an ouroboros in the cup, and the name Anastasius’s itself meaning “resurrected”.

        Thanks a lot for the comment and feedback!

  8. 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?”

    1. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      And we are back with Koalle and James! Always good to see what these two are up with.

      I am still quite unsure as to what their job and activities entail, but I like how the world is being presented in its subtle elements as well, bit by bit. I particularly enjoyed the description of the augmented vision overlay – and the whole thing about being with a guy who is just getting used to it makes the description more diegetic as well.

      The description right before that, though, feels a little bit wonky. This sentences, at least to my eyes, seem like they could do with a bit of a review: “Pushing back in my chair and lifting the front legs up. I Closed my eyes, I examined the overlay of my augment.” It seems like it should all be one sentence – the break makes the first part feels lacking in something, and the second part a bit too enumerative.

      Anyway, another really enjoyable story from this universe! Thanks a lot for sharing it.

      1. Fog Wall Avatar
        Fog Wall

        I caught that off putting line as well, but too late to fix it. I was cutting from that second amd paused, forgot tp correct it. I’m glad you enjoyed it, thank you for reviewing it.

    2. Oh these two are always fun! And this story is no exception. I love how the augmented vision is described. You did a great job explaining for people not familiar with the world. I especially liked the casual line about the his face hurting since that does make such types of changes that much more grounded.

      From there, it’s just the fun of these two characters interacting which is a delight to read. There are some punctuation things that were a little distracting but they didn’t take away from the enjoyment of the story as a whole.

      Excellent take on the prompt!

  9. 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. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      I quite enjoyed this story! The banter between two friends is a nice breath of fresh air, and these Japanese-sounding characters discussing British culture has this “reverse-weaboo” effect that I find rather delightful.

      My compliments to the brewster.

    2. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      This was a fun read, I really enjoy the contrast and banter on display here. Nothing stuck out or tripped me up and I really wish this scene had the ability to be longer as I’d love to hear more of this conversation. Lol

    3. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      That is a very calming scene. Soothing, even. I’d say, as tea was supposed to be.

      As someone who sometimes takes things way too serious, I certainly can understand how making and taking things the laborious way can sometimes make all the difference. Sure, tea bags can help when all you want is a fast cup – but sometimes we need the thing with real taste. Sometimes, you also need the whole ritual, and that makes all the difference.

      The conversation flows really well and it feels like just taking the moment while the tea is being prepared. Really good.

      Not too much more I can comment on. Great story. Thanks for sharing it.

  10. 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. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      This actually made me smile and cry a little. One fine little cup would be all I’d need in the end of days.

      Beautifully written story. I do have a few curiousities… Of who the dragon was. Or to how many generations this gentleman has served. Perhaps he’s no one of noteriaty… however I doubt it.

      I want to know more of why the king was cursed, and how his family inharited it. Was it a literal curse or a genetic anomaly. I’d wager the latter. I love the slow steady nature shown in this piece of peace. Well written.

      1. WriterOfThought Avatar
        WriterOfThought

        If you followed my ‘verse for the last several months, you’ve met the granddaughter… Kind of. And the first daughter of the dragon. But this is a first appearance for everyone else mentioned.

        The curse is not quite a genetic anomaly, but it can and does pass genetically. Thankfully it’s recessive enough that 2 out of 3 of the king’s children do not possess it, and same for his grandchildren from the child that inherited it.

    2. Aracnarquista Avatar
      Aracnarquista

      Anise and Cardamon, if you happen to have it and would be so kind as to serve it!

      I love the narrative voice of this story. The whole thing about remembering the people that one meets and mixing these memories with their tastes (or, with the perception of what would suit them best in that occassion) is something I really like to see. And it was very well done here. This really feels like we are hearing the whole monologue just as the water is heating… I can almost hear the dishes clinking!

      No wonder I enjoy this kind of narratives so much – I have a character like that of my own, with a similar voice and maybe a similar purpose (I recently took a look at all the stories I shared for the prompts, and my most recurring character is, indeed, Bythos, barman and mixologist extraordinaire).

      And this story makes me wonder a lot on this particular character… why do such colorful characters always find their way to them? What is their purpose? How does this relationship to tea of all things developed?

      Loved this story. Thanks for sharing it.

    3. Probably something sweet and fruity? I’m a very casual tea drinker. But then again that probably means I wouldn’t know what I don’t know until I try it.

      That said, I should probably talk about the actual story lol. I do really love characters like these. They’re just so much fun. I also love the vagueness of who the narrator is exactly. I assumed Death at first because of the beginning but they mention multiple visits.

      You do get a very epic feel from them though. But that just makes it all the more fun when they’re showing their excitement about meeting dragons and kings and the like. It was very fun getting those little snippets of the world through the narrator’s lense of teas.

      It’s all and all just a very fun read and it makes you want to know more at the end which is always the goal of these. Great take on the prompt! Thanks for sharing.

  11. 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. WriterOfThought Avatar
      WriterOfThought

      This was a really sweet and emotional moment. I especially like that, in this case, Murphy does not want to be content with the status quo because this status quo is a lie.

      I don’t know what Nisha’s true form is, but this makes me want to. I thought the transformation would begin at the end of the selection, but alas, not here. It still works great even without teasing that moment.

      Excellent work.

      1. I really wanted to put the transformation at the end! But the words just weren’t there to do it Justice. Her true form is pure nightmare fuel so I’d have wanted as much description of it as I used for her false appearance.

        I can easily make that a story in itself though, so here’s hoping for a prompt that works with it.

        Thank you so much for the review!

    2. Fog Wall Avatar
      Fog Wall

      I’d have to agree with WriterofThought, this was excellent and I was looking forward to knowing her true form. Alas I’ll just keep waiting and I’ll know one day. I’m also curious about that near death encounter, using magic to maintain an illusion rather than healing herself… This makes me wonder about what sort of beast she really is.

      I really like the way this was written, both characters are very unique and I like them together. They have a fun synergy about them and I look forward to more of this world.

      Excellent work!

      1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you enjoyed the story so much. I do really like the back and forth with these two. It allows me to play around with cuteness and horror simultaneously, since it might not completely come across in this story but Nisha is every bit as horrific as she is adorable.

        That said, I actually did do a story with Nisha’s true form. Just a few sentences of it, but it was enough to show why she avoids it so much.

    3. I really like this.

      I don’t know when he accepted her, or just decided he liked her instead of being to afraid to try and run. Either of her or the other demons.

      I also like how he wants to get used to her horrifying demon form just so she doesn’t have worry about saving magic to keep her transformation/illusion up.

      It’s sweet, if you’re able to ignore the utter horror of the situation.

      1. What’s really funny to me about this story is if I had more words, it would probably have changed the entire tone of it, because as much as Murphy has grown to care about Nisha, there was also a bit where he points out that he has significantly more freedom to be himself with Nisha than he would with Victoria. And if something happens to Nisha, Victoria would be his only other choice and neither of them want that.

        Whereas without that part it seems less… selfish? And just generally cute if you ignore that Nisha sees people as food most of the time.

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