Week 15: Mar

12/12/2020

Prompt:
Write about someone who is somehow helped by a visit to a socially-conscious restaurant.

Word Count:
120-250 words

Expectations:
-Remember that you are writing for the King's Academy community. Please be respectful of that community.
-Respect the word count
-Your work should have a title--this is not part of your word count.
-Include your full name and word count at the end of your submission.
-Have fun with this challenge.

Deadline:
22:00 Tuesday, December 15th
Photo Source:
https://www.jetstar.com/au/en/inspiration/articles/asia-ecofriendly-restaurants

8 Comments

mariam

12/12/2020 01:58:41 pm

a family.
I’m going to that social coffee while I don’t know why. I just wanted to. I’m looking at the people on the coffee. they are not so much. he is asking the waiter where to set because it is all full. the waiter assigns there, where there are four people an old woman, old man, young girl, young boy. He went to set with them. They were playing cards. They welcomed him and it has been a while since someone welcomed him. he involved in the game. I looked at the old man and if my, and I felt that respect I imagine my friend was with me we would have been insulting him. I turned to the woman and she was smiling her smile was soft and relaxed. And then I turned to the girl she looked 22, if I was with my group, we have been talking about her, but I am not. She was smiling at the young boy he seems 12. It was just as if we are a family, and this is the first time I learn what is family. like music instruments, everyone has his details. After half an hour. The old man left, and he was sleepy, after 10 minutes the old woman left her husband came. After 20 minutes the boy left with his mother and the girl left alone, and I was lifted without on the table, but inside my head, I was lifted without a family.

mariam

12/12/2020 02:10:19 pm

sorry i summited the wrong one , i did not correct the grammar for this.

chris pultz

12/17/2020 07:50:45 am

Hi Mariam,
I need a prompt from you. Please email me:
[email protected]

chris pultz

12/16/2020 01:26:02 am

Hi Mariam,
Congratulations on your win this week. You ahve the honor of hosting next week's competition. Can you please get me a prompt, a photo, and a photo credit. I don't know your last name, so I culdn't send this as an email. Please email me to let me know that you ahve received this. And please get me the new prompt by 20:00 this evening.

mariam

12/12/2020 02:15:34 pm

I’m going to that social coffee while I don’t know why. I just wanted to. he I’m looking at the people on the coffee. they are not so mush. I am asking the waiter where to set becuase it is all full. the waiter points: there. There were four people: an old woman, old man, young girl, young boy are sitting. I’m going to set with them. They are playing cards, they welcomed me and it have been a while since someone welcomed me. I’m involving on the game, while looking at the old man. I felt that respect that I would have felt if my friend was with me. we would have been insulting him. I turned to the woman and she was smiling, her smile was soft and relaxed. And then I turned to the girl she looked 22, if I was with my group, we would’ve been taking about her, but I am not. She was smiling to the young boy he seems 12. It was just as if we are a family, and this is the first time I feel the family. like a music instruments everyone has his own details. After half an hour. The old man left, and he was sleepy.After 10 minutes the old woman left her husband come. After 20 minutes the boy left with his mother and the girl left alone, and I was lifted without on the table, but inside my head I was lifted without a family I lost it now.

Samir Tawasha

12/13/2020 06:26:28 am

I walk down the rainy street with my head down. What fitting weather for a horrible day. I duck down a couple alleyways no incentive to go anywhere. A few minutes of walking puts me in front of a restaurant I have never seen before. Exhausted, tired, and with a splitting headache I decide to go in for a cup of coffee and get my mind clear. I enter and the door makes that old-timey dinner jingle. I can see why, as it is the theme of the restaurant. I get ready to turn back out as I can’t stand these places, when a man yells out to me. “Hey look what the storm brought in. Maybe this pile of doom and gloom is why it is raining. Come on mi amigo, sit down”. With it hard to say no I sit down next to a group of 6 men playing a game of poker. “What’s wrong,” another man with a heavy Russian accent asks. They all begin to ask while at the same time dealing me in. “My mom died on my birthday.” I answered back. They all began to comfort me. We kept on playing well past into the night. The bustling sound of the restaurant and the welcoming atmosphere fill my ears and replaces the horrible ringing noise of death.

Jaafar Wahbeh

12/15/2020 10:23:06 am

I walk down the street and burp as I am walking. My mind was as full as my tommy. I look at what is left from my burger and wonder what it could possibly be. I go to sleep and like a cup of cappuccino with milk my mind is clear and ready to read what is inside and to shape the cup, was it an omen or a seer... Perhaps I’ll die never knowing, yet I’ll know that I either died small or big.

I wake up on the sound of an air raid, I can’t remember anything, but I was galloping after a woman shook me, with expressions on her face of an outraging storm, I run with only the burger leftover left, holding it deer to my chest, like it was what remained from my heart.

I closed my eyes and to of the relieving darkness, I see my self wearing a green dress with a broom in my hand and a hill of left over burgers waiting for me to climb, I pass out and all I know next that what was left from the burger was between my hands— I press on it as hard as I can possibly imagine like if I am squeezing the last cent put in its cooking and throw it in the soil.

I look up next at all of these together and I am looking through humanity.

Mar Pizarro

12/16/2020 01:15:58 am

I loved how descriptive all of you were. Your story's were so vivid that they felt more like a snapshot or video of a real moment than fiction. Mariam is the winner this week. I loved you created this image of a family slowly dwindling and leaving. It felt metaphoric and powerful. Your story was truly unique and creative.

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