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Stories from the Ground
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Ongoing, First published Aug 05, 2022
Where story meets tea, coffee, cozy, and sensation. 

From the darkness between the grounds of a medium roast to the song sung by the citrus floating on a floral steam, there's magic in what we brew. There are stories to be told, speaking from the cracks between the drinks that delight us.

Enjoy story after story. 
Enjoy the creepy, the unlikely, the beautifully mundane and the magical, as you kick back with a paired beverage. 

Read, feel, and breath in the tasting notes.

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Part of the growing anthology, "Stories from the Ground".

Audio story renditions available at my Patreon: www.patreon.com/bentlightwriting
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.