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 ...

The chatter coming from the drawing room piqued Claire’s interest. She crept down the stairs to listen outside the door and heard her uncle Fred’s signature exasperated sigh, which she knew went along with an eye roll.

“Its not FAIR,” whined Abigail, Claire’s younger sister. “Claire gets a blue riding habit but blue matches MY complexion best!”

Oh no. Not this again. Abigail could get bored in...

they all look at him with judgement

laugh and call him names

never thinking for a moment the fragile child would erupt

he is but a storm a in a teacup

waiting to explode

they dont expect

thousands of sharp shards flying through the air like lightnight bolts in a storm

the hurricane that once free grows into something no man can control

the storm in him is lying in wait

waiting for someone to dro...

This was the sixth time I have brought up this issue. MY issue, apparently, since it didn’t seem to happen to or affect anyone else in this household. I mean, honestly, how hard is it to watch where you take off your shoes!? It’s a pet peeve of mine when people kick their shoes off and leave them on top of mine. Yes, maybe to anybody else it may not be a big deal, but that’s not my case. To them, ...

My vision is blurred my memories are gone , processed with grief on this long walk home. Things are clouded darkened unclear, specs of long buried trauma that quickly appear. The time is approaching for me to heal but how can I proceed wha what I don't feel. I've suppressed so much hurt I don't remenber who to blame, what traumas to claim, who was the first perpetrator to cause this discomfort ...

I serve on the recess team, and I also have lunch duty. It's a great way to meet lots of kids. It's also a great way to see who may be struggling with food insecurity, who has family support in being taken care of, who is friends with whom, and who has no friends.

This brings me to Norman.

Norman is a studious, nerdy introvert who loves space. He knows everything about outer space. He knows eve...