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At the Coffee HouseA Story by N.S. JonesA young man finally gathers up the courage to talk to a girl he always sees at the café where he goes after classes. |
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Where do poems come from?A Poem by Tatiana HavensEvery writer can write about a cold rainy day & how rain drops are ever so sound & peaceful rumbling down an ancient, cracked, bruised window.. |
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AwayA Poem by HiddenWriterIn a far away country,I sit and sip my coffee,so many miles from the reminders of love,but yet the memories linger,like the last stubborn rays of ligh.. |
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Getting Your Heart Broken At A Coffee ShopA Poem by Rommel MartinMy friend wrote a song with the same title, and thought I'd write a poem depicting the picture I got in my head. |
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define /tragedy/A Poem by SpydaWhite suburban basementsfull of kids pretendingwishingthat they’d had just a little lesssurrounded by more of the same.Lukewarm coffeewhite-hot .. |
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A Downtown Paris cafeA Poem by Michael G. SmithA scene from Paris |
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Ode to CoffeeA Poem by Greg WindleSome mornings, The sun lingers too low Behind decrepit brick walls That block those gorgeous rays From falling on my face. Some m.. |
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January 1, 2013A Chapter by EmilyNext chapter in my book Things I Wish I Never Knew |
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Bad feelingsA Story by Jéssica FernandesAlmost in painful suspense, i could hear you - sigh after sigh after sigh, and i was anxious again. The mug of dark-coffee in front of you sheltered.. |
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PrologueA Chapter by Brandon BowserFrafner and Aru are starting the Spring semester, and things get chaotic and very interesting. |
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The Girl with the MugA Story by AudreySimply an analysis of nonsense. |
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CoffeeA Story by daniellewantstobeanauthora story of longing |
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Coffee, Half BlackA Story by ScrappiNappiI'm currently working on a story, but don't feel ready to start posting chapters. Instead, I'm just going to post a quick draft of a part I've written.. |
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Morning EggsA Poem by Vanessa PavelockTonight, let’s forget themerciless February hail--ice pellets that fall from thesky like civil war bullets,the snow-coated mountaintop we woke u.. |
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CoffeeA Poem by Harrisen ViatorI drink too much coffee. |
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In that CafeA Chapter by Emily AnneAnd suddenly, she became the love story. |
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Caffeinated NostalgiaA Story by mynameis_ellaThe meeting of liquid caffeine with my mouth brings me back to my humble home in Philippines. It always rains there for most days of the year, the col.. |
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