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Writing Prompt

WRITING OBSTACLE

Describe a cozy, small-town café during a rainy afternoon.

Focus on using language and structures that build an atmosphere.

Writings

Rainy Café

I run down the street towards my favorite cafe. I had gotten caught in the rain, gradually growing into a storm. The rain soaked my hair and clothes as my shoes squelched between quickened steps.


Tension falls from my shoulders as I reach the door. People sit, chatting and dining as if the world outside didn’t exist.


I head to the bathroom quickly as my shoes squeak on the gorgeous, wood floors....

Cozy cafe

Vanilla Latte

Warm and creamy

Mug of white and ivory

Whipped cream

and choclate drizzle

Sipping and wtaching the window


Hand in hand

Shoulder to Shoulder

Loungedon the sofa

skimming a book

In a quaint quiet nook

blankets drapped across our legs

Sipping the drinks in hand


Raindrops fall

Pitter Patter

Painting puctures across the window

The tears on heaven

Turn to drops on earth

The puddles watchi...

The Snoring Beagle Cafe

The small college town was very simple. Only the local gas station, a small IGA , and the locally owned cafe, used book exchange and favorite hangout for all, The Snoring Beagle Cafe. Daisy ran the bakery in the cafe, baking homemade cinnamon rolls and bread, as well as seasonal cakes and cupcakes. Her sister Anne ran the cafe, serving freshly brewed coffee and tea, and the daily assortment of fr...

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Peace

I settle on the wooden bench along the wall. The sun spills through the bay window on my right, interrupted by passersby heading to work. Droplets race down the glass, flickers of light captured within them. How rain falls while the sun still shines I’ll never know.


It’s quiet here. In the other room, muffled sounds of creation mix with vague voices and laughter. I place my notebook on the tabl...

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Memorising Marie

The sodden-streets of Paris were reflected in puddles , droplets of rain - that grew in to mini tsunamis- clogged up rapidly in all the drains .


A welcoming atmosphere embraced all the people that walked through the door , coats were offered ; towels were hung neatly on pegs to take free of charge , while cozy chairs ( with cushions)were located around tables .


Being A warm refuge , tha...

A Rainy Day At The Cafe

Kate wiped down the countertop for what felt like the hundredth time that day. It wasn’t like the small cafe was empty; quite the opposite in fact. On days like this, customers would come in, order maybe one thing, and then linger to do work on their laptops to the sound of gentle raindrops hitting the roof. The sound was quite nice, and Kate wished she could grab her laptop and finish her homewor...

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Warmth

A bell tinkles overhead as she flung the door open, blissfully escaping the deluge at last. The rain continued to beat against the tall windows, as if to curse her for escaping its clutches.


The room smelled warmly of roasted beans and the faint smell of old paperback novels, due to the large bookshelves taking up much of the back wall.


Carefully, she divulged herself of her rain jacket and um...

The Café

As you walk into the café the strong aroma of coffee and assorted desserts greets you. You close your bright yellow umbrella that gives a pop of color to the woodsy brown and soft grey colors that is the café. After you order your coffee you sit down at a wooden table that is made of mahogany. It is cold and smooth to the touch. Your chair is right next to the rain covered window. You watch as the...

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Bryce's Cafe heaeven

Today, it is one of the coldest afternoons I have ever experienced to the point my nose feels like they are frozen. The heavy raindrops pounce on my umbrella and freezing wind blows chill into my body even with 3 layers of jackets. As I'm walking back from work in the pouring rain and bitter wind, a bright red sign catches my attention. Not the red light or stop light. Behind the window of a cafe,...

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Cafe heaven

Today, it is the coldest afternoon I have ever experienced. The rain pounces on my umbrella and the wind blows through my five layers of clothes, into my body. As I walk along the street of the town in the pouring rain and bitter wind, a bright red sign catches my eye. It isn't the red light or a stop sign. It is the cafe, which says "OPEN." Right under, it reassured, "Enjoy a cozy moment while dr...

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