COFFEE – STORY – SNAP
Snapshots of daily life paired with untold stories, spun by the imagination of a creative writer
My stainless steel water bottle let out a stifled scream next to me as I lay in bed. I tightened the lid so the air
Laughter filled the skies. Light bounced off every boy and girl, their faces beaming as their bodies soared through the voluptuous clouds lined with gold.
The barista handed me a Flat White, the receipt marked ‘Julie’ instead of ‘Julia’. I headed to a cosy spot at the back where sunlight
The waves roared, shouting tales long forgotten: of heartache, pain, and heroism. Light danced on the murky waters, and the wind whisked through the copper
The rain bounced off the pavement and dripped off my hood. At least I was wearing a hood. A coat. Clothes. My mother was in a
I’m a spinning top, spinning and spinning. It’s not stopping, and I need it to stop. I feel isolated, running on empty, playing catch up.
