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“Ms. Willams, you don’t understand! I need this job, nobody else has hired me and I am on the verge of losing my apartment unless I get this job.” I begged with tears in my eyes.

Ms. Williams looks around the room before meeting my eyes and whispers, “Okay, I will give you this job if you give me those gorgeous red Wendy Chu stilettos you are wearing. I know they are worth at least 20,000 dollar...

The clock had just struck nine when Bobby decided to make a kettle of tea, read, and head to bed. He put the teapot on the stovetop and rested on the couch, drawing a book from his shelf. He was tired, though, and fell asleep - and slept right through the whistle of the kettle. The smoke was what awoke him, billowing from the kitchen into his living room, discoloring the pages of his book, making ...

The lid of the teapot rattled as though terrified. Dad is not the table-banger. No one in the house is. It’s a house of quiet, impatient table-tappers at worst, so Mom’s resilience is just as startling. Like a second startle, the bang and rattle followed by a pedal tone of ominous import previously unnoticed. She would sit back, hands in lap looking, a rock to dad’s crashing waves. “Fuck the teapo...

-My brain boiled over-

-And my hands swiped all my belongings off

The table-

-My thought tapering, pierced like daggers-

This is what I wanted

Of course it’s what I wanted

I was one tracked in mind

Like a -bull-seeing red

And I -dozed- off into my thoughts

The recesses of my mind

To find some sort of comfort

This was not my cup of -tea-

I realized

And all of the jobs in the -pot-

I really ...

I watched as the beautiful, brunette woman calmly pressed one black stiletto onto the gas pedal. Her facial expression was one of nonchalant determination. There was no evidence of any nerves on her part, whereas my brow dripped anxious sweat watching her relaxed focus.

The bullzoer eased forward smoothly and soon she was turning in perfect circles, and pressing the correct buttons at the correc...

The moment the notification email popped up on Megan phone, she knew instantly it was the moment of truth for her. As she tapped the email and the first word she sees was, “Thank you for….”

She knew instantly that it was another rejection letter for her. Her heart turned cold, clenching her fist and flinging the phone on the bed. Again, this is the 700 rejection mail she had received in the last s...

The teapot sat between us on the table, porcelain and expensive. 𝘐 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘐 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘱𝘵... The man with the briefcase across from me yawns, covering his mouth unapologetically until his eyes water. I reach for the tea and he shakes his head as if he was disgusted by the innocent pot. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵. 𝘖𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨�...

“Come on, Auggie! Stop being such a fuss bucket,” grinned Candi, pulling August along into the tea shop. “I come here all the time and the people don’t care that I’m superhuman.”

August shot a glare that could have made a grown man shrivel up in fear, but Candi beamed and laughed light-heartedly. A bell chimed as they entered the petite shop and aromas of sweet, floral teas and the earthy scent o...

In the quaint town of Willow Creek, Emily found herself at a crossroads, desperate for a job to pay the mounting bills. With an unassuming degree in literature, she felt woefully underqualified for any openings that came her way.

One fateful day, as Emily sipped tea from her mismatched teapot, she overheard her neighbor bragging about a peculiar job opening at the local construction site. Driven...