Under The Oak Tree Coffee Novels & Stories

The outer office, now broken up by the reception desk and other offices, had been the only conference room. "I called Deke, too," Kel said. Sean and Declan Foley were lounging with cups of coffee in front of them. The room smelled delicious and Kel regretted turning down Heather's offer of the brew. Tex pointed to a coffee maker in the corner. "Help yourself." Tex settled at one end of the large oak conference table. A carpenter had made it for them from a one hundred year old oak tree felled by Superstorm Sandy. Kel admired it every time he came in here, wishing he could spend a day with the maker. He'd learn a lot in his own furniture making.

Old Al’ stepped outside his car and opened Bianca’s door. He reached for Rosy and hold the baby in his arms before walking toward the café. Bianca almost jumped out of the car. She was in awe in front of the Crossroads Café. The building was a massive three-story cabin in logwood. You could see that it was well maintained as the white painting was dirt-free. Huge windows decorated with complicated carvings of wolves, vines, stars, and moons.

Abby The warm afternoon sunlight casts dappled patterns on the ground as we walk through the park, holding cardboard coffee cups in our hands. The warmth seeps through the cup, mingling with the crisp air. It’s a nice moment, bordering on something that feels almost normal. And then we stop in front of it—the old oak tree.

asked Hayden, no longer feigning disinterest. "Of course, it could, but it won’t. Knowledge is a powerful and therefore dangerous thing. The tree will not help to further corrupt the already corrupted. It will not let its knowledge be used to crush kingdoms, outwit foes or garner fame. The Omniscient Oak is fed by the waters of the River of Jaded Wanderers. The river is similar to the Faded Dreams' River but unlike the Forest of Faded Dreams it does not accept all requests. Drinking the Jaded Wanderers' Water does nothing. The tree acts like a judge of sorts, answering few questions but giving much clearer and more detailed answers than the Faded Dreams' Water.

, quickly shoving away a memory trying to peak out. “So, the coffee date you talked about, can we go to it now? I want to know what you know about aboriginals.” Anya added, stopping at the tarred road alongside her walk partner. Caleb's face lit up in joy. “Sure, why not?” “Okay.” Anya began. “Since you are new to town, I guess, it falls on me to select a coffee place.” “Exactly,” Caleb responded grinning like a two year old. “Except that I don't take coffee outside my home. I brew my own coffee. However, we can check Longroove's best, or so the TV commercials say. And by that I mean The Nickle Cup. It's just down the road.” Anya pointed downwards.

That morning, before leaving for campus, Athena stopped by Moon Cafe, a cafe with violet shades and a garden with sparkling glass walls, reflects the atmosphere of the garden as if under the moonlight all around. The cafe is located on the side of a road that Athena often travels on foot to her campus. At first Athena was hesitant to enter the cafe because it seemed like it was expensive, she just stood in front of the cafe, feeling interested but hesitant. However, a waiter, who happened to be in front of the cafe greeted her kindly, invited her to enter so that Athena finally dared to enter. The friendly waitress named Bara and they eventually became friends. Now every morning before leavi

, he paused to take in the slaves awed expression and then he continued. " The Oak festival will be held at the Oak central, just metres away from The West Wing. Prepare yourselves for the weekend. As usual, the Oak will be filled with the royalties, the wealthy and the influential of Thores. Hail the Queen of The Oak!", he shouted the last sentence but their was only silence from us. My gaze met with Yun and he winked. But at that moment, he was the least of my problems. The festival was not a shock to me but I have not expected it to come so soon. My breath hitched as dread descended on me.

--- Damon comes out an hour later. He is wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt. His hair is messy. His eyes are sleepy. He is holding two mugs of coffee. He hands one to me. He hands one to Rick. He sits on the bench. The three of us. Under the oak tree. In the garden. With the roses and the dew and the morning light. "This is nice," Rick says. "It is," Damon says. "We should do this more often." "We should." "Every morning."

This coffee shop is one of the few hidden gems we have in Silver Valley. I remember discovering the place years ago when they recently opened their doors to the public. Since then, I’ve had Leo order my coffee here mostly because of their use of traditional ingredients. Choosing here to meet with the Varkai prince was a great idea, and sitting here, disguised with glasses and a face cap while sipping moringa tea seems relaxing enough, especially with all the chaos going on in my life.

They named it after me and I'm just so proud that the coffee shop sounds like mine. Grabdma Fuchsia and Grandpa Martes lives at the third floor of that shop during business days and closes the shop every summer. People at the Rue City were Strawberry's Coffee Shop is located turns into a sad community every time summer hits the year because Grandma closes the shop to held a general cleaning and annual renovation.