Fall for You

By Anonymous

I fell. Fell so hard, it hurt.

It started as a feeling of butterflies, the ones you get in your stomach. It was amazing, happy, beautiful. It was a feeling I had never felt before.

But, what started as this amazing thing, ended up too good to be true. I felt like I was sinking, and I couldn’t come up for air.

I was drowning.

The butterflies, the ones from our laughs, our whispers, and our smiles —they started to die. What we had, whatever it was, it was gone.

These shattering waves of agony crashed over me; they made me sink. My heart, my happiness, my everything.

Deeper, and deeper, and deeper. Until I couldn’t sink any further.

And now I’m stuck. Stuck at the bottom, with no way back up, because I fell.

I fell for them all.

The laughs, the whispers, the smiles.

They made me fall for you.

Recipe: Springtime

Brazilian Carrot Cake with Ganache

Ingredients:

4 eggs

3 medium carrots

1 tsp vegetable oil

2 tsp white sugar

3 tsp flour

1 tbsp baking powder

200g semi-sweet chocolate

175 mL (1 can) thick cream

Preheat the oven to 350°F.

In a blender, combine the eggs, oil, and carrots.

In a separate bowl, add the sugar, flour, and baking powder. Mix well.

Add the carrot mixture to the dry ingredients, and combine everything. Mix well until the batter is smooth. Pour the batter into a buttered/greased pan, then place it in the oven for about 40 minutes.

To make the ganache, melt the chocolate and mix it with the thick cream.

After the cake is out of the oven, pour the ganache over it. Serve and enjoy with a side of strawberries!

By Emily neto

By anonymous writing café submission 8

It was a bright and beautiful day. The birds were chirping and the flowers were blooming. The lovely scent of lilac filled the air and enhanced the sweetness of the tea sitting on the table. I carefully dropped some sugar cubes in the cup, and watched as it fizzled and quickly dissolved into the clear brown liquid. I swirled my teaspoon, stirring the tea leaves at the bottom. When it cooled, I gulped down as much as I could until only the leaves remained.

I stared into the cup and read my fortune from the shapes that remained. Fate has a habit of predicting lives, so why shouldn’t one believe her? I patiently waited for the fortune teller to give them their mysterious prediction. I swirled the cup around, gazing at what appeared to be a rose inside. I took the rose and set it down neatly in the center of the table. Once I had finished my food, I took the rose and tossed it in a stream, watching it float away from me as I turned to head home.

You spoke to me with curated words, whispers swirling like melodic birds. Crafted with malice to weave illusion, you told me tales of pain and confusion.

I transformed into a leech for you. To bite into your skin, Purge your blood and drink your sin. I moved the hair from my neck, to reveal my own pain and wreck. But you shed your skin to a snake, and Sun revealed your gore at daybreak.

My flesh: you ripped and tore. I’m helping, it’s fine, you swore.

Your incisors pierced my body holed like a sponge. You threw my soul in a river to plunge your misery onto my porous frame. Blaming myself, I held on in shame. You put a bracelet on my wrist, Tied to rope in your clenching fist.

It was not jewelry, but a tether, dragging me along, now and forever.

I was pulled and tumbled, bruised and cleft. My knees scraped on rough ground. You seared onto my skin, but nowhere to be found.