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i was in the coffe shop and this elgant woman sat next to me and emptied her soul nto my mind befor i got her name she vanished leaving every inch of her sadness in my mind leaving me to feel her pain
By damian bouchard on 04.23.2013
In the small roundabout in a part of the old city, before it was transformed into an electric shriek of neon Korean signs, there was a cafe she would frequent, where the waiters would give her a free cup of coffee and a wink, before she’d go home.
By abifosca URL on 04.23.2013
Sitting in my favourite window seat, sipping a warm mug of chamomile tea. It always made me sleepy. A soft drizzle pattered on the sidewalk, and sometimes people scurried by, holding newspapers or their bags above their head. I wondered what else I would do today.
By Gyarados URL on 04.23.2013
I think about the time I went to Starbucks and there was a homeless man sitting outside. He looked at my friend that was following me inside and then he looked at me, he looked back at my friend and said “blessed” repeatedly…I had already gone inside. Later my friend tried to explain to me what happened… and when I looked the man was gone. We couldn’t find him anywhere.
By Kimmy on 04.23.2013
This cafe is full of fun food for eating. We can only imagine what we will have to eat today. What is for dinner, what is for lunch? Oh, so many choices. We will have to chose only one, but we will be back tomorrow.
By Zack on 04.23.2013
She was sitting alone, reading a novel. She could not believe she was living her dream. Sitting in this country, in this city, in a little Café, with a bowl of café au lait. She was finally where she was meant to be.
By Cath URL on 04.23.2013
the cafe is like the tea, but not at all, it stems in something of the like. It’s a tradition, you know. it stands in PAris, and lovers sitting around smoking cigarettes as if forever really does exist. And I suppose, that the taste is bitter, but funnily enough they support the sweetest, most vivid conversations, at one in the morning, or two, or three, I’ll be sipping coffee with you
By Naomi URL on 04.23.2013
The steam rose from the grates below,
Creating a milky froth along the city streets
Men held out their coffee cups to be filled
With goodness and charity of their fellows
But nothing was ever full
And only sadness brimmed.
By Siege URL on 04.23.2013
She always wanted a date at a cafe. The atmosphere seemed so romantic. She sighed and looked down at the ants crawling on the sidewalk. “It also wouldn’t be so hot,” she thought as slowly stood back up and made her way to the next corner to beg for money.
By Yui_Uzuki URL on 04.23.2013
It was raining, it was pouring—oh wait, that was coffee. Dang it. I thought it was actual rain. I took out my giant black umbrella and ran towards the little broken-down tea shop, jumping over puddles…but as I drew closer, the flashing lights of the sign indicated that this was not what I’d thought. This wasn’t a tea shop, this was the Coffee Cafe. “How creative,” I muttered, smirking. I turned around and began to walk the other way.
By Isis on 04.23.2013
My shoulders folded within themselves, my ballooning ribs, and a sheltered gaze beneath a checked cap as I shambled, barely in one piece, into an up-kept Starbucks, my familiar opposite.
By Grace on 04.23.2013
I went to a cafe one day, it was a pleasant trip at first. That was until i saw a man masturbate and ejaculated his semen in his coffee. I was speechless, but even more speechless when no one was phased by it
By Lawl on 04.23.2013
Café means coffee shop or brown in Spanish or coffee
By Marvin on 04.23.2013
We went to the cafe station and their was many people waiting inline because the coffe was really good at the cafe station
By Jamelin on 04.23.2013
There waste a cafe in our hotel in Hawaii and it had no walls only a roof top and it was by the pool :)
By Nicole on 04.23.2013
I went to France last year, there were many cafes there, also lots of baguettes
By Donovan on 04.23.2013
I went to the caf’e to get some coffe they ask me if I wanted hot latte Carmel flavored. Bye
By Destiny.R on 04.23.2013
I had a drink at the cafe the usual thing I get a hot chocolate
By Alexis on 04.23.2013
The cafe has a lot of coffee and other good stuff like donuts and pies and milkshakes and other goodies.
By ChristianG on 04.23.2013
It’s a place were u go to drink coffee or something like that
By Aileen URL on 04.23.2013
The café at the end of the street always caught my eye when I first moved to California. Everyone there seemed to be having a wonderful time, and it made me happy to think that such a small little shop could bring so much joy to a person in their day to day. The coffee they served was delicious, too, which just made the visit that much better. I will never forget that little café at the end of the street…
By Emily on 04.23.2013
Cafe: cafe is like coffe but in Spanish I think cause that’s what cafe is spell like in Spanish
Cafe might mean a cafe you know where u get your coffe something like that
By Diana on 04.23.2013
I’m trapped between the seats of people’s money where their coffee beats their time and all they eat is cake I glancing and I’m scared through jealously or am I just another face
By :D on 04.23.2013
They met at the corner cafe, just the way they did every morning. Today was different though. Today would be the last time they would meet.
By Caysee URL on 04.23.2013
I’m sitting in a deep velvet covered smoke filled café in Paris, quiet emotional yet light and quirky but sexy jazz music plays in the back ground whilst I write annoying and boring clichés on my type wrier about type writers and cafes.
By Lily on 04.23.2013
i stuck out my tongue
and tasted bitterness on your skin,
the kind that isn’t because of
where you work or what you bathe in.
your insidious insides are leaking out
so clean it up; it’s festering.
By h. b. URL on 04.23.2013
I sat there, coffee held in my hands so tightly I was lucky I hadn’t squashed the cup already. When I tried to lift it to my mouth – when I tried to drink… my hands shook. So I just sat there. In the table. In the corner. In the cafe.
And trying to be brave.
By Aca on 04.23.2013
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.