It's Just An Empty Cup Novels & Stories

They looked face to face with a doubt. Later both held their faces down ward. Nevaeh thought, "Isn't the specialty of this romantic special tea that the tea disappears from the cup quickly? Anyway, good. l liked it." William thought, " l drank so much for free...that's a lot. But how the cups became empty quickly? ls this girl not a human? lf no then who is she?" Abarat thought, l need to born as a human being, what a pleasure it would have been if l could have eat, drink and know each food each day from strange places. Also l can lead my living without doing foot service to Cactus. lt would really nice".

She had a big smile on her face and held out a cup filled with a purple liquid. "Try this," she said, handing me the cup. "It's called moon juice, and it's supposed to give you an extra burst of energy."

I chose that time to realise I was still holding onto a now less scalding hot cup of coffee. “Oh,” I let out a little useless sound before placing down the coffee, “It’s black with no sweetener, you know to match your soul.” He didn’t dignify me with a response, which I truly didn’t care about, because I was growing to like his looks of disapproval. If Corbyn Emerson disapproved of it I was probably doing just that. He took the cup and before he could take a gulp he stared at the scrawled writing on the side of the cup that Kian had written and by the blistering look on Mr Emerson’s face, I should have checked what my maniac of a friend had written on the cup.

he instructs us. We all close our eyes, and I feel my stomach begin to churn again. "Three." I down as much as I can and almost gag in the process. No, I'm not losing this. And definitely not to my teachers. I drink the rest of the shake and set my cup on the marble kitchen island. When I open my eyes, I see everyone staring at me. Everyone's cups are full, and everyone's looking at my empty cup. "That's absolutely disgusting," Justin says, and I almost gag again on the spot.

I stepped over party streamers and cans of beer in search of a clear glass of something to drink. I wasn’t particularly surprised when all the cups were red solo cups, nor was I surprised when the few of them that seemed empty turned out to be full of little remnants of dark liquids. Most likely alcohol. I sighed and tossed the cups aside. I ruffled through empty cabinets and found nothing other than the seemingly clean glass cup on the floor. I eyed it suspiciously, searching for fingerprints, lipstick marks or anything that would indicate the cup was used. When it passed my little inspection, I filled it up and tossed back a glass of water with a long sigh.

And I stand against the wall with a cup of something that smells like bad decisions and stare at a boy across a crowded room like I am not absolutely certain I should not care about any of this. The cup cracks slightly under my fingers. I loosen my grip before I crush it entirely.

Without a word, Shawn responded by tapping on the empty coffee cups that stood in front of his office desk. ***

I held the cup out. He raised his head. His green eyes locked onto mine. There was no emotion in them. Just a cold void. He looked at the cup. Then he reached out and took it. His fingers brushed against mine. A jolt of electricity shot up my arm. He brought the cup to his lips and took a slow sip. He lowered the cup. He didn't swallow. He just stared at the dark liquid. Then his gaze dropped to my hand. I fidgeted. “Is... is the tea bad?”

Reina thought Boy and his friends were involved. I smirked and poured the pea flower tea into a porcelain cup. When I was about to drink it, I noticed that there was an invisible powder at the edge of the cup. Off the top of my head, I put the cup back on the floor. I also took another cup, and when I checked, there were three cups of invisible dust on each edge of the cup. I wrinkled my eyebrows, then I complained to the maid standing in the corner of the room.

I drink a cup while it's hot, it's really good! The lazy 'heroes' begin to rise and I offer them each a cup of my new invention. Since there's only four clay cups Hiraku and Ayumi share hers, Luke and Bob each have theirs. Anne is still in bed, tired from her nightly activity and weakened by illness. "I'd also like some too" says Helena, who's the last of them to get up, as she approaches me. "Give me a moment, I'll go wash the cup" "It's not necessary, we can use the same one"