Cupoftea Stories

Success, it's not only about being a millionaire at the end. Rather success from my angle is to get the best from that situation. I know it's very boring when we have just read the above phrase. Therefore, let's peep into Yancee success. :) Yancee has just stepped in her adulthood but she is confused for her future and earning plans. How she finds her cup of tea, let's see. 😃 Hoping you'd love it 😍

On a quiet shore stood an old tea house, a century in age-an heirloom nearly forgotten by time. To Kazeru, its sixth successor, it was nothing more than a burden he longed to cast away. Yet his plans shifted when Akemi, a 23-year-old woman, appeared with a simple wish: to claim it for one reason alone-"I love tea." From that moment, the weathered tea house found new breath in Akemi's hands-a place where every cup was brewed with heart, every rising fragrance a reminder of life's overlooked details, and every guest who lingered left behind a fragment of their story, slowly steeping into a shared meaning of loss, hope, and the quiet grace of togetherness. Status: Ongoing N.B: This Wattpad is an English Version from Original Version Languange (Bahasa Indonesia) Updates: Every Thursday at 9 AM (UTC+7)

Maemi and Sakura have never seen the witch-woman who lives on the mountain above their small village. But like autumn leaves, stories drift down. And like leaves, none are quite the same. Maemi: Longing for adventure, Maemi follows wild stories of magic and danger up the mountain. Sakura: Sakura and Maemi were never friends, but Sakura can't help wondering if the other girl ever found the magic she was seeking. Short: Each part is about 1k words.

A poem about a lovely brew of tea.

A short time with me.

About a girl sitting behind her window at noon, lost in thought.

Chole is bestfriends with Grayson. Slowy falling for his brother can be tough when he had a girlfriend for a year. Once Grayson tells chole how he feels things start to change

A short horror story, a doomed woman, and a "piping hot" cup of tea...

When I Sarah MacLo try out for a the Wizard Of Oz play I make a huge mistake and the director says that I have one more chance before Monday, until then I have to find something to help me. The answer: Go see Judy Garland the original Dorothy, but when I enter her home first she asks, would you like a cup of tea.

Basically, this is going to be a place where I can place all of my poetry, poetic thoughts, and anything resembling poetry. Perhaps I'll be able to have enough so that I'll publish a complete book of poems. Who knows? Anyway, hope you enjoy my return to Wattpad.

the story of a girl reminiscing on a wet, wintry day when things were going horribly wrong. but when she meets a significant boy, who makes everything go just right with a cup of tea. © 2014

I am just like your cup of tea....

It was just a regular day for me. I was out hunting in the woods when I came across it, my fate that is. The mirror held great power and it fed off self-image, the way you wish to see yourself. What I didn't know was if it held great evil or good power.

The Idea of having a cup of tea with someone is to have an honest, open heart conversation with someone (Well that's my definition of it, yours might be different.). So here is a compilation, a collection in a way, of essays, text, reflexions, questions and thoughts I have in my head and have put into words and on paper (well, sometimes it's not on paper but directly on my computer, but that's a detail, you know what I mean.). I invite you to read this work and give me your thoughts and feelings about what I write. I invite you to open your heart and yourself to the universe and believe in it. I invite you to create a safe place for our words and feelings can be shared without fear. I invite you to have a cup of tea with me. [ Texts and essays from 2 years up until now and more!] Created on: November 30th, 2017

"Fancy a cup of tea?" "Silly question Lucas." ; filthybethtv

🎶I'm a little Teapot Full of doubt You can never handle When I go south Everybody's spoiling Me with doubt Prick me up Fool me, drown🎶 My hand hung midair, I am about to knock on the door when I heard someone singing a nursery rhyme with an altered and definitely darker lyrics. The door creaked open before I could fully process the lyrics. "Hi! How can I help you young lad?" A plump woman with a motherly smile greeted me "By the way you can call me Mrs. Pots and welcome to Little Teapot! So what's your cup of tea?" She guided me to the counter and settled herself behind it clasping her hands as she stared at my eyes down to my wrist bands. "Oh! I get it you're already hired" She exclaimed before excusing herself leaving me flabbergasted.

"Coffee is so much more than just a shot of stimulation." We love it for the empirical and artistic freedom and peace that it gives us as a whole. Also for the many creative ways you can prepare it.