Esmoore Shurpit
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I like writing bad stories.
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My First Gray Hair
Sometimes I forget that I’m 28. My 28th birthday came and went. I made a birthday cake I didn’t even eat the day of. Inside my head 27 is still there. Maybe I’m trying to hang onto these years the closer to 30 I’m getting. Though I’m not afraid of the big 3-0. I’ve seen my husband turn 30 without a panic after all, and 30s are still young.
By Esmoore Shurpit3 years ago in Viva
Ultraviolet Viridian: Interlude
I. It was the rhythmic sound of hot rolled steel upon steel tracks that filled the air. The click-clacking of wheels a lullaby of Earth’s past. It was a sound no longer heard except in period films and dramas, reminiscent of the late twentieth and early twenty-first century. The raw sound of vibrations and rail squeals had been replaced with quiet electric hyperlink trains that expelled shrill futuristic pedestrian warning tones at certain speeds and crossings. Yet the distinct sound of the past filled his ears and the emptiness of the dark void around him.
By Esmoore Shurpit3 years ago in Fiction
Contemporary Afternoon Tea. Top Story - May 2022.
Dear mom, 2018 Afternoon Tea at Lady Bedford's in 2018. Picture by author We attend Afternoon Tea at Lady Bedford’s Tea Parlour as part of our mother-daughter outings. You were nervously suspended in a world of dainty china in a shop that held an air of aristocracy. We melted right in with the hosts’ explanation of the menu and selection of loose leaf teas. Our fingers nabbed soft scones slathered with clotted cream off the three-tiered tray that held sides of strawberry jam and tart lemon curd. We ate crunchy tempura shrimp and a variety of finger sandwiches and miniature confections. It all was topped off with sugar cubes twirled in cups of fragrant warm tea.
By Esmoore Shurpit4 years ago in Confessions
