Writing Prompt

**“Storm in a Teacup”**

It started with the missing teaspoon.

Mrs. Ellery, keeper of the village teahouse for forty-three years, stood over Table Five with narrowed eyes and trembling hands.

“I _know_ I placed six spoons,” she said.

Mr. Finch, a retired schoolteacher and frequent customer, looked up from his scone, crumbs on his collar. “Perhaps it’s under the napkin?”

But it wasn’t.

Within ...

**Noah**

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She’s so still. She’s like a perfect little porcelain teacup. And I love her for it. I’ve never heard her speak, never said a word to her, only seen her. I hardly know anything about her aside from what everyone knows: she’s prom queen, valedictorian, head of both the debate club and dance team. Everytime I walk by her, I’m stop and stare. Not that she ever notices. She’s always laug...

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This is why I hate my job. There’s always someone complaining about something so insignificant, and as I’m now the manager, I feel like I’m reluctantly bound to this place for good.

I’ve worked in a dingy fast food restaurant for a long time now. The pay was pretty mediocre until I was given my new role, which was only slightly better, but nothing compared to the grueling hours of overtime I neve...

A storm in a teacup that’s what this bubbling warm sensation was inside of me.

Out of all the things going on in my life it was the most ittiest and bittiest worry and yet to control my rage from this boy was insurmountable for me.

He was my desk mate and in a class like mine, in a school like mine; you could never just get up and move. Which is ironic, that here he sits next to me and does wha...

Once upon a time, in the peaceful village of Willowbrook, there was a small but thriving tea shop called “The Teacup Haven.” It was known for its exquisite blends and cozy atmosphere. One day, the shop’s owner, Miss Beatrice, decided to introduce a new tea flavor—a rare blend she had recently discovered called “Elderberry Bliss.”

The villagers, excited by the news, flocked to the shop to taste th...

She knew everyone’s story

A listener who

Believed they were sorry

But who could assume?

She was just on display

For all to see

A storm in a teacup

As fragile as can be.

So as she stares

And wilts away

Her shadow remains

Every morning, every day....

She thought it was the end of the world when his hurtful words left cuts and bruises on her soul but it was just a storm in a teacup she quickly got over it but in that moment it was a mess of emotions...

“No!”

“Really”

“Absolutely not!”

Cries filled the air. Outrage rang in the streets.

“Awesome!”

“Finally”

“Yes!”

Conflicting shouts of excitement filled the ears of confused passerby who had not yet heard the news.

A paperboy was handing the daily edition out with alarming speed.

“Come on folks!” He cried out, as though he were in New York eighty years prior, “hear the ridiculous news! Top story of...

“Did you think I was over reacting?” Lily got into the car, asked her girlfriend Emma, before she shut the door.

“No, just a little bit. I mean, yes.” Emma’s hand on the door paused, then sighed, “is it really necessary?”

“We were on time. But the lady was having us to wait for another hour so she would have time ‘for both clients’. She double booked! It was her mistake. Why would she want to ...