There was no electricity because of Typhoon Mangkuht/Super Typhoon Ompong so I wrote a ridiculously short story (less than 100 words). I could probably use this for my poetry writing class.
-- Beginning of Story --
Black Boiling Coffee
The sudden jolt of energy.
The burning sensation going down your throat.
The bitter taste filling your being.
That's the feeling when you see someone die.
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"Bring him to the ER!", someone shouted.
I waited outside, coffee-stained, bitter, angry.
"Dad..."
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The sudden jolt of energy.
The burning sensation going down your throat.
The bitter taste filling your being.
That's the feeling when you remember someone die.
I've felt that feeling everyday, 9 AM for the past eternity.
But today, it won't be me feeling that.
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I brewed some coffee for my husband before he woke up.
-- End of Story --
I do like it though, I tried to write several layers into it.