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Write about a person who meets with the ghost of an old friend for tea every so often.

Posted in Fantasy on Jun 19, 2021

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Chamomile Ghost

Submitted to Contest #32

Adam sits on the red couch right next to the window. He pours the chamomile tea he had prepared into two ceramic mugs on the coffee table in front of him. He adjusts the mugs so they form a straight line. After adding two teaspoons of sugar the mug away from him, he puts the spoon in the middle of the table. On both ends of the spoon he places one of the mugs. *ring*Adam takes his phone from his pocket to check who's disturbing his ritual: Sarah."I'm busy. Is it urgent?""Yes.""I'm all ears."Sarah lets out a heavy sigh."Are you cheating on m...

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Sunday Tea

Submitted to Contest #32

Drawing the curtains, she surveyed the mood of this Sunday morning. She was met with a pale April sky and a soft breeze dancing through the trees – they were young and stood proudly, having survived another harsh and venomous winter. Days like this were veiled by a rose-tinted haze, and would be tucked away forever – like dried flowers, pressed between the pages of her memory.She slipped into a white sundress – his favorite one. It was the one she had been wearing the day he had proposed, that day on the beach when the sky had been endless, ...

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Ghost Cafe

Submitted to Contest #32

Maria got off the bus and started walking, her steps heavier than they usually were on these days, despite this whole concept itself being somewhat melancholy.  She was a Meeter, like a few others in this world, with the gift of being able to meet people who had died. Many others had the same ability, and with that, despite what others may think, comes little to no knowledge of the afterlife. Many people asked her upon finding out about her gift, as she was likely the only one they knew of in real life, “so what is the af...

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The Warmth of Jasmine

Submitted to Contest #32

I am often reminded that life is an influx of change, but of a cyclical sort. A flowing river, but looped. A meander, pushing in on itself as time wears on, leaving crescentic scars along the outskirts of the oxbow lake that is humankind. A very particular something rushes through the floodplains of life, a something that wants to change us and alter the course of our stream. These somethings are usually simple enough to recognize, carrying names like Love and Hatred, Belonging and Exclusion, Recognition and Ignorance, Faith and...Realizatio...

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Patricia kept her promise

Submitted to Contest #32

My alarm went off at 3am. I quickly got out of the bed, the room still dark, put on my slippers and walk downstairs to the kitchen. I don't switch on the lights while I do that. I don't wanna scare her off. I see her sitting at the table with her back towards me. But I know it's her because of her red hair. I still remember the day we met and became instant friends. "You're late," she spoke to me, while I poured some water from the tap in the pot. "No, I'm not. Remember, you're the one who always was late to our french class. You. ...

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Introspect

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“Yeah, that sounds like you. Definitely sounds about right…” he said with a light laugh. I could tell my story and accept his jibes and sarcastic comments because I knew him so well. You could say we were lifelong friends. I used to look through my parents’ old photo albums and see pictures of us during a time I was too young to remember. In the earliest days, my father had been diagnosed with an auto immune disease which would not kill him immediately, but without proper care would debilitate him over time and erode...

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