ko-fi writing request 001: “coffee shop love”

Tyler had always had a soft spot for rainy days. Just the idea of them made him giddy, thoughts of cuddles with his girlfriend and warm mugs of hot chocolate. If the weather channel predicted a day full of rain, a grin would blossom on his face, and he would eagerly prepare for the wet weather. But today? Was, unfortunately, not one of those days. 

His car had broken down due to unidentified issues, he was forced to get to work by his old bike, he arrived forty-five minutes late, his supervisor got pissed at him, his irritable manager put him of the lonely solitude of dish duty, and as each second passed by, the day kept getting worse and worse. And now, as he was clocking out of work, he noticed that his worn-out yet beloved bicycle had been stolen, the lock lying discarded on the pavement. 

At this moment, Tyler was so close to falling apart. Nevertheless, he decided to keep on going strong, as there had to be something good coming soon! But as he reached into his pocket, he realized that he had forgotten his home keys in his other hoodie, all the way back at his and his girlfriend’s shared apartment. Rage boiled in the pit of his stomach, but he let a sigh escape his mouth, trying to contemplate where to go instead. 

Waiting outside his apartment definitely wouldn’t be fun, as their landlord didn’t approve of Tyler “loitering” outside the apartment building. He raked through his brain, attempting to find somewhere he could go for the time being. He didn’t want to have to wait outside in the grass for his girlfriend to get home, he just knew that she would fuss over him for days afterwards. But that’s when it hit him, he could just go to her place of work! A small smile appeared on his face, and gathering his belongings, he began to make his way towards her job, which was quite a few blocks away. 

As he made his way to her job, it started to pour. 

“Isn’t that fantastic?” Tyler grumbled, as he started to walk faster, not having an umbrella nor a jacket, nothing to protect him from the rain. 

But soon enough, he arrived at her job: a small coffee shop slash bakery nestled inbetween a bank and a thrift store. He grasped the doorknob and opened the pretty purple door, a blast of warm air and the inviting scent of vanilla surrounding him as he stepped inside. A small smile bloomed on his face, feeling a wave of relief shove the rage inhabiting his stomach out. 

Looking around the small bakery, his eyes scanned over customers lounging on sofas and sitting in chairs and barstools, but he couldn’t find her. His shoulders slumped, “maybe she had already headed home, left the place to one of her employees?” 

Suddenly, out of the blue, the employee-only door leading to the kitchen burst open with a loud bang, slamming into the nearby wall, which was already spotted with dents and holes from the door’s abuse. The loud bang startled him, activating his somewhat anxious nature, but the anxiety mostly melted away as he saw his girlfriend glide out from the kitchens, a big tray stacked with home-baked pastries and clean teacups as well as mugs. Not yet noticing his appearance, she set the tray down on the wooden counter, wiping her slightly wet hands on her messy white apron. Tyler drank in her appearance, disheveled yet still adorable, as he always told her (“you’re so cute!” he would gush to her every minute). From her messy brown hair pulled into twin braids, to her round framed glasses. From her gray skinny jeans to her pastel-purple blouse. From her messy white apron to her cute little loafers. 

A huge smile grew on his face as he strode over to her, with her still yet to notice him. As she wiped down at the countertop, Tyler learned over the counter and gave her a kiss on the lips. Startled, she looked up, a nervous look on her face which melted away as she acknowledged his presence. 

“Tyler! Aren’t you supposed to be home by now, my love?” She giggled, discarding the rag on the counter and making her way around to his side. He met her halfway, pulling her into an embrace, burying his face into the crook between her neck and her shoulder. He could feel her giggle reverberate through her body, before she gently forced his face up to look at her. Leaning in, she peppered his face with kisses, before resting her forehead against his. “I missed you, love.” 

two sentence horror stories

Greetings & salutations! Happy Hallows’ Eve (or Halloween, if you prefer)! ‘Tis I, Minah, also known as Libraime! Today, I wanted to show you something cool, something called a two sentence horror story!


A two sentence horror story is exactly what it sounds like. A horror story in just 2 sentences! Here are some examples:

  • I went on a date with my boyfriend yesterday at the park. The thing is, he was cremated 4 years ago.
  • I have a B minus in my math class. I have a strict mom named Karen.
  • There is a devil on my shoulder, whispering to me everything I do wrong. Funnily enough, it looks like my dead grandmother.
  • There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.
  • I’ve always loved having the power to bring the dead back to life. I especially love standing over their graves and listening to them trying to get out.

They’re a ton of fun! I suggest trying to write a few! And if you’d like, I would love to hear them! Please share them in the comments section!

short story: “canine eyes”

I am all-powerful. All humans do my bidding. For I am Frenchie, Queen and Dictator of the Humans. 

I lay proudly upon my pillowy perch, seated upon the highest point of the couch cushion. All that exists, belongs to I. I enjoy the quiet and the solitude… Before the door slams open and the peace is broken. A flock of pre-teen girls swarm into the room. Ah, the youngest human must have invited her underlings over once again. I can tell that they’re her underlings because of how they do everything she asks of them without question (excluding the occasional defiant whine). I hear the older humans refer to her as “Ava,” a weird and unusual name. I cannot understand why the humans decide to call each other such names. Where can you go wrong with simple yet exquisite names like “Spot” and “Pie?” 

Upon the sight of me, the girls swarm around me. “Aw, he’s so cute~!” The multiple, high-pitched and squeaky voices annoy me tremendously. I roll my tiny, black, beady eyes. What an idiotic mistake. I am female, not a he. And I am most definitely, not cute. 

I growl at them, ordering them to leave me alone. At first, they’re hesitant to leave beautiful me alone, but after a few snaps of my jaw, they leave. Leaving me be to my preferred solitude. 

Several hours later, the older female human arrives home. She seems to know of my plots to murder her and her family, and she quite enjoys taunting me with delicious food from the human realm. Upon seeing me, she breaks out into a smile. She must’ve finally bowed down to my control. Either that, or she had a good day. She skipped her way into the food room, and I hear her open the cold box. I hear the crinkle of plastic, and my ears perk up at the sound. Could it be…? Cheese…? 

“Frenchie~! Would you like some… Cheeeeeeeeeese~?” 

Foolish, pathetic human. I don’t need nor want your praise! … But yes, I would like some cheese. 

I hop off my pillowy perch and stretch, before heading into the kitchen. The tall, lanky human awes and giggles before me, taking out a slice of that golden, heavenly delicacy: cheese. I growl at them, ordering them to place it down before me. But they simply giggle and fawn over me, before finally placing the delectable square on the floor. 

As I gobble down my meal, the pathetic human attempts to pet my perfect, curly, black fur. But I growl and snap viciously at their outstretched fingertips. “Begone!” I growl, ordering them to leave me be. Instead of cowering in fear like the little ones do, she giggles once more. “Aw, you’re such a grumpy butt~!” She utters cheerfully, before heading off to do something. Likely my bidding. 

A couple of hours later, the oldest male human arrives, opening the door and calling for his children. I bark at him, he’s the most annoying of them all. Once he lays his eyes upon me, he laughs and starts to imitate me! The nerve! In retaliation, I growl and bark at him more. But it doesn’t seem to faze him, as he continues to laugh and mimic me. This insufferable human! 

Later on, the eldest female human arrives home. I have a soft spot for this human. She is the sweetest of them all, and the most beautiful. I love her to death. She is my favorite slave. Upon entering the lazy room, she completely ignores her children and heads straight towards me, fawning over me with a passion as I wag my tail in approval. Yes, yes, I will spare this human, while I kill the rest! 

Ah, the life of a canine is a wondrous thing… Too bad the humans don’t seem to realize our power over them. 

short story: “questioning reality”

Vanessa walked alongside her cousin, Sherry. Bright lights sparkling from signs. Tall buildings of glass and metal towering around them. On their daily walk around the city, Vanessa stopped to peer into a window of glass, gazing at little monkeys staring back at her. Vanessa blinked, as one jumped up and down, pointing excitedly at her while tugging on the arms of another monkey. “Vanessa. Hurry up.” Vanessa looked up at her cousin, taking one last glance at the glass, before skipping off to catch up. 

“What do you think is for dinner today?” Vanessa asked, latching her hand onto Sherry’s, swinging her arm back and forth. Sherry glanced down at little Vanessa, with her light skin sparkling in the glittering lights and her long black tresses swaying around her face, before looking back up. 

“The usual. Like usual.” Sherry stated monotonously, eyes blank and dead of emotion. 

“Awww…” Vanessa moaned. “I don’t want the usual…” 

“Vanessa…” Sherry sighed. “They only ever have the usual.” 

“But-” 

“No buts, Vanessa. You know the rules.” 

Vanessa scrunched up her nose in distaste and annoyance, but nevertheless, gave up on the topic. Sherry sighed, knowing that eventually, Vanessa would be back with a new argument.

Just as they were approaching the dinner place, Sherry stopped, all of sudden. Grabbing Vanessa’s hand and dragging her over to a darkened nook between two buildings. “Sherryyyy!” Vanessa whined, pulling on her hand, looking hungrily over at the dinner place. 

“Hush now.” Upon hearing the serious tone in Sherry’s voice, Vanessa quietened. Looking around, Sherry bent down on her knees, coming down to her younger cousin’s height. “Vanessa. I want you to know something. Something important.” 

Vanessa tilted her head, a questioning twinkle in her eyes. Sherry placed her hands on both of Vanessa’s shoulders, pulling her closer. 

“Vanessa, I want you to look around. What do you see?” 

The little girl was confused, but looked around. “Ummm… I see our city… Our home.” 

Upon hearing this answer, Sherry’s gaze hardened. “No. No, that isn’t what you seeing. Vanessa, truly look.” Vanessa was even more confused at this. 

Sherry rolled her eyes and gently grasped Vanessa’s face. “Look up. Look around. Look… For the little glass windows.” 

Vanessa looked around. And for the first time, she saw

Little glass windows. Here and there and everywhere. And through those windows, were monkeys. Pointing and looking and gazing and watching. And then Vanessa looked up. Above them, were tons of them, staring down at them from the sunny-blue platform. 

That’s when Vanessa, looking into Sherry’s eyes, finally realized what reality was. 

"Everything Everything" by Nicola Yoon "Geekerella" by Ashley Poston "Harry Potter" "I Love You So Mochi" by Sarah Kuhn Anger Anxiety Autumn Being Unique Book Review Book Suggestion Bravery College Creativity Cute Dedicated to the love of my life Fandom Fear Flash Fiction Geeky Growing Up Halloween Help & Advice Holiday Humor Inspirational Ko-Fi Ko-Fi Writing Request LGBTQ+ Lifestyle Motivational Personal Narrative Poetry Quote Random Romantic Short Story Status Summer Taco Bell Upbeat Warning: Possibly Triggering Warning: Profanity Winter Writing Young Adult

short story: “taco apocalypse”

I froze. Staring in shock at the copious amounts of people streaming in through the door. “It can’t be…” I uttered breathlessly, as person after person after person filed in. No… They couldn’t even be considered as “people” anymore. 

Their foggy, clouded eyes and their insatiable hunger for Taco Bell told me otherwise. They weren’t human anymore, not even close. They were zombies, driven in their relentless pursuit of our National Taco Day Gift Set. 

I blamed it on the calendar. I blamed it on the moron who decided that there should be a National Taco Day among our growing list of absurd American holidays. 

My eyes widened as they began to notice me. Me, a feeble and helpless Taco Bell employee. I stared in shock as they stumbled to form a line. The first one of many stepped forward, a gruesome smile on her face, as she uttered the very words I was dreading to hear… 

“Hello, are you ready to take my order?” 

"Everything Everything" by Nicola Yoon "Geekerella" by Ashley Poston "Harry Potter" "I Love You So Mochi" by Sarah Kuhn Anger Anxiety Autumn Being Unique Book Review Book Suggestion Bravery College Creativity Cute Dedicated to the love of my life Fandom Fear Flash Fiction Geeky Growing Up Halloween Help & Advice Holiday Humor Inspirational Ko-Fi Ko-Fi Writing Request LGBTQ+ Lifestyle Motivational Personal Narrative Poetry Quote Random Romantic Short Story Status Summer Taco Bell Upbeat Warning: Possibly Triggering Warning: Profanity Winter Writing Young Adult