The Café || #SoloTravel Contest
- OKUNANLAR 42
- Oylar 3
- Bölümler 1
On a morning in early spring, as the sun's warmth chases away the prior night's frost and fresh buds are just beginning to bloom in window boxes, four travelers sit in a Parisian café. Each is at a different table, and each has a different story to tell. They barely acknowledge one other, too lost in their own thoughts to notice that those surrounding them aren't locals. Some are downing cups of coffee, some are eating pastries. Others are listening to the jazzy music plinking through a speaker from somewhere on their right, or reading the morning paper, which details the uplifting news of a dog being rescued from the Seine. But each is reflecting on their journey, and none of them would wish to be anywhere else.
--
My entry for the Marriott Traveler #SoloTravel contest!
--
NOTE: Cover image is from We Heart It (however, filter and text were added by me).
Tüm hakları saklıdır
#65
solotravel
En büyük hikaye anlatıcılığı topluluğuna katılınKişiselleştirilmiş hikaye önerileri alın, favorilerinizi kütüphanenize kaydedin ve topluluğunuzu büyütmek için yorum yapın ve oy verin.
Ayrıca sevebilecekleriniz
COFFEE
Coffee, my companion, for years as it soothes my disturbed mind and thoughts. It's like my journals whom I can talk with or who comprehends me without saying anything. I take my cup of coffee and add some chocolate syrup that I usually do when I am riled (although I am on diet my bad mood can be changed or relaxed with this combination only) and sit in the balcony, my favorite place. COFFEE, is actually a seed, just like me, somebody has sown seeds of love in my life. I have given my hundred percent to nurture the seeds though I have been to grind my self respect to save the love. I have been abandoned after being used. COFFEE takes me to the days when I got engaged though walking down memory lanes will do you no favors . I never liked coffee and would have never tasted it if HE had not come into my life. Samaira falls in love with her fiance. Its her first love and the last too. The moment she meets him at her home she feels drawn to the charming man. But to her dismay, she is not the first love of her fiance.......and not the last love either... Could she be able to share her life and bed with the man who loves her a lot but she's not the only woman in his life? Would Samaira decide to save her married life as she feels she loves him truly and can't imagine her life without him? Or someone enters her life to make her realize the meaning of true love?Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Childhood Sweethearts
#1 Teen Fiction | #1 Young Adult | #1 Romance "We all need someone to drive us mad." - The Wombats. He stared arrogantly down at me, a smirk plastered across his face. I sneered up at him with distaste, wanting to wrap my fingers around his neck and strangle that smirk off of him. He brushed my golden hair from my face, his long, slender fingers sparking electricity in my skin, making my knees wobble together. "Will you ever, forgive me?" he whispered huskily, his eyes intently staring into mine. His face was only mere inches from me. I just needed to reach out a little further to kiss him... "Yeah. Over my dead body." I snapped, before throwing my arms out forcefully, shoving my hands into his chest, pushing him from me. -*-*-*- He, is Carter Williams. I, am Lacey Adams. We were once, inseparable. The 'Golden Couple'. The unbreakable best friends, that everybody envied. Nothing could get between us. A part from being tighter than white on rice, we updated our status from friends to being in a relationship, frequently. We were neighbours, which meant our families were all close and even co-owned houses around our town. This, all is, until the day of my sixteenth birthday. Everything changed. The loving relationship we shared, was severed and torn apart. I couldn't hardly stand to look at him any more, without spitting fire that is. Every day is torture being around him. He was in all my classes at school and the window in my room was even directly aligned with his. So, what happens? My mother's mum gets sick, so dad and her fly out. Just them. Leaving me to stay with Carter and his parents, who are never home. We would be alone. In one house. Under the same roof. If I was insane before, I have no idea what I am now. © 2016 by LaurenJ22. All rights reserved.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
The Twists As The Story Turns
A collection of engaging short stories to entice your senses. This is where my official contest entries reside. ------------- ❤️Winner for the #coffeebrewstories contest by @ChickLit ❤️Winner for the Awkward Press Statement by @sport ❤️Second place in #summersurprises contest by @flashfic and @WattpadRowling ❤️Honourable mention in #AndThen contest by @Fantasy @WattpadFairytales @WattpadDisney @lgbtq and so many other profilesTamamlanmış Hikaye
inkspresso
Jack moves as the light turns green. "You know, if there's one book I haven't read, it's Emma by Jane." "No way." Jack nods. "I'm more on a Kafka vibe now." "Oh?" "I'm reading Letters to Milena." "You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love." He quotes dramatically. Jack smiles. "It's beautiful. How can he have such a vision of life and be so devastatingly in love with her? It's art." "Definitely a favourite of mine. It's so... pure, so raw. It explains what love is, I think. It's such a vague concept." Jack shrugs. "I don't think you can take his letters as a definition of love. Only you know what it means. Because everyone loves differently." Zach takes in his words. "I see." He hums. "So, to know what love is, one has to be loved." "Not necessarily. You can look at your parents and see that they love each other. Or a random old couple in the park. The love is there. But it's different from everyone else's." He nods slowly. "What's love to you?" "I'll let you figure that one out yourself." Jack smiles softly. "Maybe one day I'll tell you." He shrugs. Zach whines. "Ugh, don't be mysterious." They chuckle as Jack parks the car in front of the coffee shop. Jack turns it off. "I'm letting you explore the mystery because I don't know what love is, just yet." He moves to hold his hand. "Not that it means with you, at least." The brunet feels his lips contort into a smile. "That was so cheesy." He chuckles. He rolls his eyes. "I'm trying to be romantic here." He squeezes his hand.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Love over contract
***Completed*** *Mature Content Warning* TW: Car accident, Depression, sexual content His touch made me shiver as I couldn't take my eyes off of his, trailing down at his lips. We were so close again. Closer than anytime before. „I-.",I started to stop anything we both were going to regret. „Shhh. Don't say anything",he said against my lips as our nosetips brushed agains each other. „Have you found your dresses?",he asked as his thumb brushed over my lips making me weak in my knees. I nodded softly looking at his eyes wich were attached to my lips. „I can't wait to see you in them",he whispered against my lips before placing soft kisses on the edge of them. I closed my eyes breathed out loud in pleasure. His teasing wasn't as useful as he thought. My patience won. „Your patience is kiling me","The contract",I whispered."Fuck that contract"he bursted and pulled me closer by the waist before pressing his lips on mine. ---------------------------- Delana Celine Harvey a 18 year old girl, faces the hart consequences of losing her supporting and loving family due to a car accident. After moving from family member to family member she decided to stay with her oldest Aunt and her family. Her expectations of living with them and going into medical school shattered after she found out that her Aunt and Uncle had planned an arranged marriage for her, with the 25 year old billionaire's son Blaine Ace, promising that he would take good care of her. He was a well known men, a typical men that got chased by women because of his attractive looks and money. He is like everyone else would imagine arrogant and self centered. The fact that both were forces into the marriage made it hart for the two completely different personalities to get along. Her calmness and self control drives him crazy, but also wakes his interest in her.Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Missing In Paris
**The script version of this story made the top 3% of the 2020 Big Break International Screenplay Contest out of thousands of entries!** She's an expat living in Paris and one summer day, she meets a fascinating man in the underground métro. As luck would have it their instant connection isn't meant to last, as she eventually loses him in the chaos of the crowd. That is what happens on the day we meet Neela, but hey, maybe it's fine that this mystery man is gone, considering she's already in a serious relationship with a perfect-on-paper Frenchman. Yup, the future is looking pretty stable, but who says 'stable' means 'the one'? Should Neela embrace her predetermined future, or continue the search for a captivating man she only met for mere minutes? [This story is your passport into the streets of Paris, complete with wine, beautiful scenery, and the possibilities for romantic disasters around every corner, I hope you enjoy it!] [NOTE: This story contains some profanities, sexual references and politically incorrect moments]Tamamlanmış Hikaye
Short Stories 2020 (Prompts/Contest Entries)
Stories for several comps/collabs, amalgamated into one collection. Two of them actually placed in their respective sections (yay!): -Mysterious Ways - 1st place, @PsychologicalNovel's "Wake Up In the Morning" comp (June 2020) -The Listeners - 1st place, Last Summer 2020 collab in the @WarriorGoddess section (July/August 2020) * -'The Flower Hunter'. Loosely based on the folklore of seductive water sprites, particularly the Vila (a Central European version of Rusalka). Written for @AfterDark's "Mirror, Mirror" contest (Mar 2020) -'Mysterious Ways'. A young woman wakes in the wrong version of her bedroom. Or is it so wrong after all? ('You wake in a strange place, possibly as someone else.') -'The Listeners'. Morial and her fellow Spirit Listeners work hard to maintain the balance between nature and mortals; until, one Summer, Morial is accused of upsetting that balance herself. ("I know what you did last summer". The prompt features as paragraph nine in my story.) -'Between the (Spread)Sheets'. An accountant and a trader play cat-and-mouse in a City firm. (@Crime's 'Deceptive Detective' Aug 2020: one criminal goes undercover to expose or be exposed by another.) -'The Unexpected Message'. A missed phone call proves momentous for a young art historian. (@AmbassadorsUK/@Fanatsy/@WattpadFairytales's 'Underground Tales' contest Nov 2020: pick a Tube station - King's Cross/Angel/Seven Sisters/Knightsbridge - and imagine what lies below which is connected with the name. I chose Angel.) The only real thing in this story is the Museum of London (which has an excellent Roman gallery, btw); any coincidence with real heritage experts - or indeed the unrealistic probability of such a find - is my fault. -'Cyclopean Arches'. In the year 3542, an advance exploration party finds some interesting ruins. (Nov 2020. 'Underground Tales' (again): King's Cross.)Tamamlanmış Hikaye
The Picture in My Locket
London's chilly weather has to be one of my favourites. Especially when walking through the streets at night with almost no one around. The silence of the empty city is only heard by one of my ears as I have one AirPod in. I finally go inside the pharmacy, making my way to the hair products aisle. Picking up a vanilla-scented pair of shampoo and conditioner, I head to the self-checkout. I pay for my purchase and walk out the automatic doors, bumping into someone almost instantly. The sound of a heavy object hitting the ground startled me and I look over to the person asking if they're okay, I'm met with the green-eyed gaze of a man who held my arm to help me not fall like the thing that was on his back, which looks like a guitar case... Is it broken?! - This story is based on the song "No One Knows" by Stephen Sanchez featuring Laufey. - Lana decided to enjoy her early 20s as a physical education student and just moved to London, but only knows Charlotte, a girl she met during a trip to the city almost a decade ago. When she arrived Charlotte introduced her to Owen, who has been her best friend since birth. Lana started working as a barista and met Isaac, a man who was classmates with Owen a couple years back, and is also her coworker who seemed to enjoy playfully hitting on her, or making her life a living hell, as she would say. They can't live around each other without their usual bickering sessions that seem to never come to an end, yet, they're in the same friend group. // *I don't write smut, so please don't ask me to :) // 02/01/2025 - #35 friendgroup 10/01/2025 - #27 coworkers 11/01/2025 - #24 barista 10/01/2025 - #23 suggestive 10/01/2025 - #4 gentlelove 31/01/2026 - #4 confessions
Dragonflies
There are times in our lives that we look for something deliberately and grow tired of the search when it isn't found. Later, we might decide that it doesn't exist or that it is lost beyond the pursuit. But then, one fine day it falls right in to your lap without even calling out for it. And when you have it right there with you, you don't know what exactly you should do with it. That is what happens with love most of the times. It gets found at the most unlikely times in the most unexpected ways. Leaving you confused about how to deal with it. And by the time you figure it out, it might have vanished. The two persons I fell in love with; One, who promised me a forever and gave up on me the half way. The other, who gave me everything except the promise of a forever. I don't know whom I love the most. When loving one of them had become a habit from the past and letting go was so hard, the other gave me reasons to love him more day by day making it impossible to resist the urge to make him stay. ............ ps: The book cover is hand painted by meTamamlanmış Hikaye
Medium Latte for Ell-yot Hayul
[Slow Brew Series 1 of 2] [Completed] Look, I didn't mean to embarrass myself the first time I walked into Brewing Grounds. Or the second. Or...every other time since. But something about the place-and the barista with the messy ponytail and the glasses that she pushes up her nose-makes me forget how to form actual sentences. Bea. Her name's Bea. She spelled mine wrong on my cup the first day (Ell-yot Hayul), and now I'm kind of obsessed. Not with her. With medium lattes. With her handwriting. With the little hearts she scribbles on my cups. Okay... maybe a little bit with her. The point is: I'm a walking disaster around her, and I'm pretty sure she knows it. And okay, maybe I started showing up every morning at exactly 7:30 just to see her. And maybe I've been reading up on how to flirt because I thought that might help (it hasn't). But honestly, what's the worst that could happen? I embarrass myself again? (Already done that.) Spill coffee on my tie? (Happened last week.) Accidentally fall in love with the barista who writes flirty notes on my coffee cups? Oh, wait... [1 of 2: Slow Brew Series] Dual POV | Romantic Comedy | Coffee Shop Romance | Slice of Life 18+ for suggestive dialogue, some steam (nothing too explicit) 🏆 1st Place - Pimp My Romance Awards 2025 🏆 1st Place - Pink Watty's pINKspire Awards 2025 "Best Dialogue" 🏆 The Nano Watt 2025 - Contemporary Romance Winner 🏆 Wattys 2025 Winner 🏆 Ambys 2025 Grand FavoriteTamamlanmış Hikaye
Coffee, my companion, for years as it soothes my disturbed mind and thoughts. It's like my journals whom I can talk with or who comprehends me without saying anything. I take my cup of coffee and add some chocolate syrup that I usually do when I am riled (although I am on diet my bad mood can be changed or relaxed with this combination only) and sit in the balcony, my favorite place. COFFEE, is actually a seed, just like me, somebody has sown seeds of love in my life. I have given my hundred percent to nurture the seeds though I have been to grind my self respect to save the love. I have been abandoned after being used. COFFEE takes me to the days when I got engaged though walking down memory lanes will do you no favors . I never liked coffee and would have never tasted it if HE had not come into my life. Samaira falls in love with her fiance. Its her first love and the last too. The moment she meets him at her home she feels drawn to the charming man. But to her dismay, she is not the first love of her fiance.......and not the last love either... Could she be able to share her life and bed with the man who loves her a lot but she's not the only woman in his life? Would Samaira decide to save her married life as she feels she loves him truly and can't imagine her life without him? Or someone enters her life to make her realize the meaning of true love?
Daha fazla bilgiİçerik Rehberi