Coke (not cherry or anything, just

It’s hot. To a disgusting, sticky degree. Blocks away from my air conditioned home. Trapped under the sun’s overwhelming gaze. My only refuge, my island on a deep wide ocean of heat, is the bottled beverage before me. Freshly bought from a nearby minimart, I know that soon enough it too will be warm. I must drink it quickly. After a few twists of the ruby red cap, it pops off with a steady hiss and tiny bubbles of carbonation nip at my fingers. I down a few gulps, hissing liquid coating my tongue with a comforting, gross feeling layer of sugar. Tonight I’m going to brush my teeth more than once, I think in earnest. The taste is unlike any other. Cola. Did you know one of the main “cola” flavors is caramel? Mmm. This is good. Sprite used to be my favorite soda, but it's definitely coke now. Yum. Wish I had a KitKat to go with it. I glance across the way towards the minimart. The couple bucks in my pocket crinkle in agreement as I jab my hand inside to check if I can afford it. Indeed I can. Taking one more swig of sugary goodness, I rise to my feet.

Anon

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The dark eerie essence of a deep forest, the thick and gnarled overgrown mossy woods, It sounds like the rain dripping, the fern-colored leaves occasionally letting a few great drops of water fall onto your scalp. It feels calm, like you can finally take a deep breath after being forever congested. It smells crisp, clean and unpolluted, like an untainted glimpse into what life used to be. It reminds me of peace, of finally getting home after a long stressful day. Green, the cool and revitalizing taste of the fresh mint, the mint with its deep roots detecting crevices and fissures, grasping onto whatever they can.