Coffee Shop Writing Novels & Stories

The keys clicked under her touch, loud in the quiet shop, a sound that used to feel like creation and now just felt like work. The barista — a kid with a tattoo of a moth eating its own wing on his neck, inked in shades of grey that looked like ash — refilled her mug without asking. He’d been doing that for months now, knowing she’d stay until dawn, knowing she’d leave enough cash to cover the coffee and then some. The coffee was dark as motor oil, burnt at the edges where the grounds had been left too long in the filter, and it left a thin film on her teeth that tasted like regret and over-roasted beans. She’d been writing this book since she was twenty-three, fresh out of college with a cr

Awesome. I sighed and looked outside, looking at the people walking. As the second passed the people dispersed slowly, leaving only one and two occasionally passing. I checked my watch, no wonder, it was noon already. I sipped my coffee, watching the steam rose as I blew it. Nothing was better than expresso in the middle of a rainy day. Huh, so cliché. I watched as the shop window steamed over and fogged up. I wait until it was thick enough to write on it.

Raleigh's Pov A New Name, In A New City The doorbell hanging just above the quiet café jingled as I pulled it open. A warm scent of coffee welcomed me immediately I stepped a foot into the room. It was indeed quiet and quaint with no curious eyes watching by the corners. It was exactly what I needed at the moment. “You are welcome to Cocoa and Canvas,” the barista had said but with a well rehearsed smile. On her wrist lay boldly a crescent moon tattoo, all colored green. “Searching for a reserved caffeine or ready to explore your creativity?”

As we walked in the haul, I could see tables and food buffet style, the littles and subs always get the food set to the side for them even if the food time was over, but the doms, they'll have to do with whatever they find, again, I should know I'm the one who created this system. "Coffee?" I say I don't remember ever writing about coffee in the stories, I should have added a coffee machine with all-you-can-drink Nespresso, and lattes on the go, stupid me, I never regretted not adding my coffee addiction into my stories until now. "Yeah, we'll get you coffee," Raphael says and suddenly he became my favourite just like I wrote it. "Brother, I love you," I tell Raphael making him smile. "And I

Today, I pushed the door open. The smell of coffee beans and pastries filled the air. I ordered a cappuccino and sat by the window, opening my notebook. My pen glided across the page as I scribbled thoughts for my book. Chapter ideas, affirmations, truths I wished someone had told me long ago. At one point, a young woman sitting near me leaned over shyly. “Excuse me,” she said. “I don’t mean to intrude, but… are you a writer?”

Once Leo recovered a little from the embarrassment, he felt annoyed with the man. “Why did you even look in the first place?” he asked. He placed his iced coffee on the table with a thump and glared. The man simply laughed. “I work for a publishing company so I check out anything that looks like a book. Everyone knows that people who write in coffee shops are future bestselling authors,” he replied with a wry smile. “I will give you my business card so you will believe me.”

Morning in the cafe It wasn't a busy day in the cafe today. Only a few tables were occupied and I still can manage it till Scarlet come back. This wasn't my first time either to be in the cafe alone. I'm a writer and my job doesn't require me to go back to the company every day, I just went there to attend the meeting. As long as I send my work and completed my task on time, my job still secures. I often spent my time here in the cafe, mostly writing on the rooftop and sometimes helping out in the cafe during peak hours. I heard the doorbell, indicate that there is a new customer entered the cafe. I put aside the rag that I used to wipe the counter and turned my face ready to greet the perso

Sarah’s POV The faint hum of coffee machines and the quiet chatter of customers had been my background for most of the day. The cafe had been my haven, a place to work and let my thoughts roam freely. I had spent hours drafting ideas for my new freelance position and working on my new article, a sense of accomplishment warming my chest.

"Well, let's not talk about him. Didn't you just tell me that you have something to tell me?" How could Adeline not know Mo Zixiao's feelings for her? However, she was no longer qualified to accept someone else's feelings. "Mo Mo, if I open a coffee shop and make a row of bookshelves inside, there are some novels I wrote. The coffee shop doesn't need to be decorated with a high-end and grand style. All it needs to do is to make it warm and romantic. Once customers come in, they can forget all the troubles in a coffee shop for the time being. What do you think?"

The Next Day The Café Evelina walked into the cafe and just as always, it was lively and filled with customers grabbing their early morning coffee before heading to work. She felt proud of herself for turning a struggling café into a prosperous one. The only downside was that she did not own the place. Adrian could come at any time and tell her to leave because, deep down, she did not fully trust that he would keep his word and return the café to her after the six months. Even so, she still held on to a little hope.