Writing Prompt

In the semi-darkness, the pebbles looked like coffee beans. Shaun could almost smell the aroma of freshly roasted beans, despite it having been years since he last smelled it. Still it felt to him like yesterday.

He took the calm moment to remember the coziness of his favourite café, the way the coffee beans turned slowly darker with each turn of the rotor that was steering them. The air getting ...

In the semi-darkness, the pebbles looked like coffee beans. She knelt down to pick some up, running them through her fingers. The black sand leaving its mark like coffee grounds. They felt gritty like fine sandpaper as she rubbed her palms together, awakening a warmth in her palms from the friction.

She felt like she belonged here. She once read that sometimes you knew your happy place even if yo...

In the semi-darkness, the pebbles of the tunnel floor looked like coffee beans vanishing into a deeper, pitch blackness. "Nope. Nope. Hell no. I am not going down there." Jackson took one look down the tunnel and immediately turned around. One of the bodyguards grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forced him back to the mouth of the tunnel.

Patrick scoffed. "I don't remember giving you a c...

In the semi darkness, the pebbles looked like coffee beans

In the sinking, I cried out rich dark chocolate tears

In the early morning, wrapped in caramel silky sheets

in the drowning of drinks I haven't made in years

Would you like to go out for coffee?

I won't ever order. Not something with a bitter taste

A hot chocolate? In a coffee shop? Is that a waste

Rustic lights above me, it made the bri...

In the semi-darkness, the pebbles looked like coffee beans. What an odd thought. The warm twilight sun bathed the dry, rocky terrain in a soft orange hue, turning the black of the small rocks that littered the ground into deep brown, and the deep red of the soldier's blood into a warm shade of black. It was comforting, somehow, watching the light transform such things as blood and rocks into beaut...

The apartment was small. Muted pictures of botanical gardens, faded moors, green inked poems, and heavy rain were taped across the walls. A rusted steampunk-looking robot made of pipes sat numbly at the edge of the island. A flick of washed out auburn streamed through the small window blinders and pasted, then a pure white, and then a bluish hue. The dented robot still stared at the ground with a ...

In the semi-darkness, the pebbles nearly resembled coffee beans. At least, that was what the little girl had thought. Her Mama loved coffee beans, and she loved her Mama like any daughter would have. The mother of young Leasel Harly was a clever and imaginative woman. One look at her only child, and anyone saw those exact characteristics shining brightly within the little thing. Especially appeara...

In the semi-darkness, the pebbles looked like coffee beans. I could feel the bright moonlight in my far peripheral to the left, and ironically, I felt a brief weightlessness as I let my feet dangle from the tree branch.

But I knew he was waiting for me to jump down.

The coffee bean pebbles were such a ridiculous sight compared to what awaited me, it almost made me laugh. The rough texture of the...

In the slight darkness, the pebbles appeared for a moment to look like coffee beans.

This is how Petra knows that she’s about to enter withdrawal again.

She forges her way through the darkened alleyway, fighting the delusions that shape the rocks in the ground into the very thing she craves.

Petra knows the way; she’s been consuming coffee beans for years. Usually, however, she’s on a high, so her...

In the semi-darkness, the pebbles on the ground look like coffee beans. It remind me of the smooth cacao drink my creator made just as I’d awaken every morning. He’d sip slowly while smiling under his mustache. Morning were brighter with him. But now that has been snuffed. He is gone and I don’t know where he is.

This pillar of heat and light, this fire, slowly warms Clementine’s canned food. Her...