Writing Prompt

The scream of the kettles filled the room. So many showed up. They are all dressed up for the event.

The monsters. Every single one of them are monsters. Nobody else sees it. Under their camouflage is their real faces.

Every single one of them has properly fit into society. Each one is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. They are only here to destroy humans.

There is only one person that can see. The h...

Irene arranged the sugar cubes with trembling precision, twelve in all, each nudged into place like bone-white dominoes. Outside, the wind stirred the hydrangeas, but inside her home, everything was perfectly still. The air smelled of lemon polish and something metallic, faint but lingering — like rusted pennies left in the sun. 

She moved carefully, folding linen napkins over bone china teacups,...

“Lunch is ready!”

The children rushed to the dining table, only to be met with pure horror with what was on their plates.

“Pizza…” Luna started.

“…with pineapple on it,” Weslie added.

“Now, now, children, surely it can’t be _that_ bad—“

“Sara is allergic to pineapple!” Luna exclaimed. “Sara is going to college, she’ll be fine,” the mother said.

“Mom, you packed her food!”

“…Woops.”

_Ring, ...

“Food is ready, ladies!” Annie exclaimed from the tea room.

Clarissa and Maurice walked into the room and took a glance across the table at all the foods and drinks Annie had prepared.

Herbal teas, biscuits, scones, and a bowl of mushroom stew… suspiciously smelling mushroom stew. Clarissa took a closer look at the stew, inspecting it closely.

That’s when she noticed it.

The mushrooms in the s...

I decided to have a tea party and invite people I love. Nothing fancy. Tea and biscuits.

I do hope they come. I pray to God to see them.Onemore time. I hope my prayers are answered, if only for this time.The doorbell didn’t ring. But out of nowhere, they appeared.

At first, I saw my mother, beautiful as ever. She was wearing a beautiful blue gown. That is the gown she was buried in.

My father, so ...

Adults surround the table, whispers of excitement create the lively hum of the yearly tea party. A tradition. One that people wait for from the moment the previous one concludes. Men and women gather round, dressed in fancy clothes, fit for the auspicious occasion.

The year is 1479 in the town of Kantor. A quiet town made up of a few hundred cottages that litter a small valley. The weather is al...

My heels click against the freshly-cleaned wooden floors as I make my way to the dining room. One of the maids has already set up the tea party but I want to make sure everything is perfect.

It might be the last tea party I’ll ever host.

It is near 12 o’clock, so the guests should be arriving soon, I scan the dining room when I get there—everything is nice, except—

I switch the seating cha...

Nothing nothing...

Tea party a sip a dip it’s tea with vodka alcoholic tea more social faux parched tea without milk...

The party was abuzz with commotion, just as I hoped it would be.

My loyal pack of socialite companions sit soundly amid the courtyard garden, coquettish giggles swimming through the balmy spring air. Their sweet, alluring perfumes and the aroma of wisteria flowers around create a heady haze of dreaminess.

All morning, I ordered the servants of Bloomsbury Hall to rapidly serve a delicious array of...