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DeRicki Johnson Jun 19
My barista is my hero She brings me dopios I take a break from writing at my All-time fave I get caught up in some clickbait— Out pops a “pornado” A vortex of salaciousness Grabs me—and won’t let go It twists away my thinking Until I can write no more
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Monique J. Mortimer Jun 19
"The Witches Brew?" Nerissa frowns "It's a . They make the best virgin soup" "What's in it?" "The eyes of 6 virgins cooked in the sweat of an ogre" B licks her lips. "Uh, don't suppose there's a McDonald's on the way?" "Yeah, I love their fairy brain shakes"
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Alva Holland Jun 18
Remember the café where you asked if we could go steady & I said I wasn't ready & you said you'd wait, & I ripped my finger on a crack in the melamine & you wrapped a serviette tightly around it & my fingertip turned blue & you kissed me? That place is a now.
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ʟ. ꜱᴘᴏᴏɴᴇʀ Jun 19
"Welcome to the Low Point . How can I help?" "A serial killer's claimed another victim and I'm no closer to finding the culprit." "Corner booth for private brooding, or window seat with a view that helps you notice something you missed before?" "Window, please."
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Kit 🏳️‍🌈 Jun 19
From a patio in Hell’s We Facebooked as children were put in cages Dying, discarded, forgotten. Instagrammed while Greenland melted Eons of arctic history vanished. Tweeted as dictators destroyed democracies as fiddling Nero watched Rome.
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Matabu Jun 19
I wrote the impossible With black coffee for ink And sacrificial virgins for paper I wrote the impossible With the lucidity of a saint And my own sharpened mind I wrote the impossible At the table of a On the back of the bill Let me give you a tip Said the waiter
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Jack Allen Jun 19
'Oops, sorry pal, didn't see you there'. 'Agh! Shark! Sharrk!' 'Ahh, come on man don't be like that'. 'Shark!' 'It's media lies. There's a down the road, let's grab a bite'. 'Bite? Aghh!' 'Oh, no I didn't...ugh, Spielberg owes us big time for this s**t'.
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Jess K Hardy is GLAMPING!! Jun 18
“Gran and Gramps, how’d you meet?” “It was spring.” “It was November.” “He worked at a on Main.” “It was a diner.” “He took my order.” “I said, “Whatcha want?” “He wrote ‘you’re beautiful’ on the receipt. “You really were.”
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Melinda Jun 18
At the Binomial -What can I getcha, hun? -I’ll have the Eggs-ponential -How many- 2,4, or 8? -2. How’s the coffee here? -Variable -Guess I’ll try, with sugar please -We only have Equal, sorry. But we have great desserts. We’re known for our— -Lemme guess, Pi?
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Ramakrishna #VedicRonin Jun 19
Come join me at the Leave trouble at the door Smell the rich aroma of coffee laced with conversation Buttery rays of sun Showing easy smiles loosened with wine Washed down with contentment How long are we going to be? I don't care There are no clocks here
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firdaus parvez Jun 19
A charming little sat busily on the curb of a narrow street. It was always bursting with life. No one knew what drew them,they just felt lightheaded & happy In the basement the old owner worked frantically on his grandma’s spell,sending magic fumes thru’ the vents
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Hawkchurch Resort Jul 14
Call 01297 678402 to book a table in the
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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) Jun 19
The -table barricades have protected the 5 of us from the undead mob outside. But our food’s gone, except spices. I can't stop wondering how the short guy would taste, grilled with lemon pepper. I glance his way. His eyes are bright with hunger. We both lunge.
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Beamish Park Hotel 5h
Tempura Vegetables with Oriental Dipping Sauce. 😋
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Noorminded Jun 19
“So this is a ?” Gragnar asked. He kicked over a chair. “Mead!” The waitress rattled off thirty brands in a voice set to perma-perky. “Uh…” Gragnar muttered. He fiddled with his dress ax. He had lost track after six. “Maybe I just need a light beer from tap.”
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Helen Laycock Jun 18
It was a new start for George, a back-street in need of a bit of doing up: some fancy decor, a lick of paint, a spot of re-wiring... In loud, raucous applause, the fire gobbled up everything. George regretted naming it 'The Flaming Grill'.
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CherieTaylorBattiste Jun 19
first date he was late to meet me at the I said I had a seafood allergy he ordered me Frito Misto I bit in after he epi-penned me sadly I did pretend I was badly fitting so I could hit him but Officer he lied I didn’t use a fist though
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Ty Sparks, absurd absurdist Jun 18
Running a in the small town presented challenges. "It's snails," the waitress said. "Snails?" "Snails, I'm not kidding." He looked at the menu again. "Why's they $20?" "I don't set the price." "Hellfire," he said, "I could go to the crick & get me a handful now!"
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just jenn Jun 19
After weeks of phone calls, he suggested they meet face-to-face at a quiet downtown. Friday night found her hesitating at the door. It had all led to this; there was no turning back. All that was left was what the agency ordered her to do: take him down & get out.
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CanterburyGuides Jul 15
If your business would like some of our new tour leaflets to display - we'll be happy to get them to you! Email us guides@canterburytouristguides.co.uk . .
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