Coffee is Worth a Thousand Words_Flowers and Feathers_Apple of My Eye_payback
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Coffee is Worth a Thousand Words
The leadership, o Consorcio, of the city of Santiago de Compostela, had the grand idea of organizing a coffee competition. After all, theirs was a city of a hundred thousand residents and nearly as many students. Everybody went to a café daily, sometimes more than once. The leaders also thought in terms of tourism, even though the City of the Apostle had more than enough of them. Add to this the fact that the residents didn’t mind the entertainment such a competition would provide. They were willing to pretend for that week that they lived in Santiago de Café. Kind of catchy!The Consorcio peop...
Flowers and Feathers
The courthouse clock boomed twelve times, scattering the birds perched on its bricks. I joined the flapping mass of wings and allowed my gray and white feathers to blend in with the rest. The sun beat down from its arc in the sky, throwing rays of light that glistened on my companions’ coats. If I was able to smile, I would. It was noon, and that meant it was time. I let the others fly ahead of me, falling back in the ranks and eventually falling out of line completely. They didn’t spare me a second glance, knowing I had been disappearing at this time of day for the past several months. There ...
Apple of My Eye
WARNING- SOME mature language -cursing-. Fuzzy and warm in my honey cashmere hoodie, a grin grudgingly gains ground on my stiff face. A glance at the oval mirror above my oak wood dresser saps the hearth-like coziness from my chest.Boots plop on the creaking chestnut floor outside my bedroom door."Ali," calls out James, my little brother. My heart flutters every time he squeals my name with his mouse-on-helium voice. The brass door handle twists and turns. I hasten to pull the silky hoodie over my short ponytail and tighten it, covering the left side of my face, just as he figures out the cor...
payback
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I know what you're thinking they all think it but maybe you're just as sick and wacky as the rest of em probably privileged to. Listen it might sound crazy but I'm not like how they tell you I am and quite frankly you don't know where I came from pushed away like some piece of trash, I bleed too but they still fail to believe that. www.onedoor.ccI'm just like them pushed away and brushed off by society where girls are punished for being “disobedient” but what do they know isn't that right Mr.Cuddles? The old batty woman says to the bear sitting next t...