Day 4 Writing Homework
Prompt :
Write a 200 word scene in which three characters experience the same moment in a busy cafe on a rainy afternoon but in different ways. Your paragraph should be structured as following:
1. Backstories: introduce each character with a hint of their past
2. Atmosphere: use sensory details and weather contrast
3. Interactions: show subtle cues between characters
4. Thoughts: reveal inner feelings and reflections
5. Connections: end with a shared moment, different reactions
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- Due Date : October 11, 2025
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Josh, Ana and Tom have been friends since preschool. They each lived near a café. The café was the first place they went to outside of their school. Today they decided to meet up at this same café. Today was a rainy day so Josh and Tom struggled to get there on time. Ana on the other hand is always on time regardless of the weather. Fortunately it wasn’t raining too hard so Tom and Josh were able to get there only two minutes late. As Tom and Josh were walking to the café from their houses they met each other right in front of the café.Together they walked in proudly and as they already knew, Ana had chosen a table already. Ana was sipping on her latté as she looked out the window. She was amused; she loved the sound that the rain made on the windows. She didn’t even notice Josh and Tom until they sat down next to her. She said hi then started sipping her latté again. Tom ordered an iced coffee for his drink while Josh ordered a cappuccino. Tom was miserable; he had missed his soccer match due to the rain. He loved playing with his team but meeting up with his friends cheered him up. When his drink came he started sipping it cheerfully and also chatted with Tom. Tom was happy now, he finally got to talk with his best friends! When his drink came he also started sipping on it like the others and Ana joined in on the conversation. They chatted happily until they had to part ways to go to sleep.
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Max ,Jhon And Jack were all heading to the café when all of a sudden it started to rain .So all three friends bolted down the wet and lonely lane to get to the café except Jack he was wearing a hoodie on top and walking with his head down .As he was walking lightning was overtaking the sky with seconds passed he started to brisk walk and soon he had arrived .As each footstep he took he could feel the enjoyment and the people roared filling the atmosphere with fun vibes .This was the place for Max he was feeling solace as the dark clouds disappeared and the bright sun came back .He was feeling the joy as all of them were cracking jokes ,after that they decided to go back but this time with the bus .Jhon couldn’t wait to go on the bus as the boiling sun came beaming down at him with absoulute rage soon the screches of the bus came to an end .People started to come in one by one until it felt like being trapped in a birds nest with thousands of birds. When the bus started to move Jhon felt bussick as the bus jumped up and down with every with every move it made .Later they all got home with one feeling sad and depressed one acted like it was the happiest day of his life and lastly Jhon feeling sick .
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As I was riding my bike, a bruise of dark clouds quickly bloomed in the sky. I knew it was going to start raining, so I pedaled furiously to the nearest cafe. As I rode, the air was suddenly charged with the rain’s clean, sharp scent, embracing the deep mineral musk of the soil.
The moment I stepped into the cafe, the cafe’s interior warmth blasted around me. The silky aroma of hot chocolate uncovered, like a warm comforting pillow that protected my chilled skin. It was a welcoming fragrance that embraced me in a liquid hug, pushing me away from the chaos of the outside world.
After ordering, I settled by the window and watched nature outside. Tiny, shivering beads of water clung to the green glass, changing the chaotic perspective of the world outside. The trees were dancing the air, their branches bowing and snapping under the wind’s powerful force. Sitting there, in the quiet, warmth of the cafe, felt like being taken to a chilly winter’s day, and being safely out beside a fireplace.
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Wayne nursed his black coffee like a lifeline, the bankruptcy papers still warm in his coat pocket. Jamal, slouched near the window with textbooks spread but unopened, wore the weight of a failed exam like a wet coat. Alice, once a headmistress, now spent her days scrolling endlessly, thumb twitching, eyes glazed with habit more than interest. Outside, rain snaked down the windows in rivulets, trapping them in the amber warmth of the café: steam clung to glass, the hiss of milk frothers punctuated murmurs and clinks of porcelain, the scent of cinnamon and espresso heavy in the air. Wayne caught Jamal’s glance as the boy sighed—recognition in weariness. Alice, seated beside them unknowingly, chuckled at a cat video of a cat playing random notes on a piano, the sound oddly loud in the hush. Wayne envied the simplicity of her laughter; Jamal resented its ease. She didn’t notice either. In their silence, Wayne thought of starting over, Jamal of just hoping good luck in his test and Alice playing a thinking game for the third time in a day. Then, a barista tripped, spilling coffee onto all of their shoes. All three flinched for a split second. Wayne then immediately offered a napkin. Jamal helped by picking up the cup. Alice looked up—for once, really looked, and cleaned it up. In that unexpected moment, brief as thunder, they existed together. They all ate their food and walked back to their homes in pure silence.
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Irene, once a concert pianist before a horrid disease of arthritis stole her career, warmed her aching hands around her favourite chipped mug. Near the window, Ron, who was 17, sketched strangers to practiced art and tried to sell it to get out of foster care. Behind the counter, Isabelle, an ex-soldier turned barista, wiped tables with practiced precision, hiding tremors in her fingers.
Rain lashed the windows, into frantic streams. Inside, warmth clung to the scent of cinnamon and espresso. The mutter of conversation rose above the patter of drops and the hiss of the milk steamer. Coats dripped, puddles spread. Time slowed between refills and glances.
Irene’s eyes met Ron’s sketchpad, lingering. Ron, sensing her gaze, angled the page away, cheeks blushed, it was love at first sight for Ron. Isabelle approached the table, pretending she was serving a warm croissant on Irene’s plate. As she was about to make her move, Flash! The power flickered. The lights died. For a moment, silence fell. Rain pressed harder onto the army green rooftop of the small café.
Irene laughed frightened. Ron looked up, surprised. Isabelle, in the dark, exhaled and breathed a sigh of exhaustion.
Three strangers, still. Different personalities. Different talents. But yet, all share the same emotions.
By: Farzana
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The Young Artist, Business Man And Student
Emily, a young miserable artist, recently moved to the city, looking for inspiration after losing her mother in a car accident. She clutched her sketchbook tightly, searching for a spark amid chaos with little tears sliding down her cheeks. Oliver, a middle-aged businessman, is returned from a stressful business meeting, burdened by deadlines and a failing marriage. He sips his coffee absentmindedly, lost in thoughts of his past mistakes. Lila, a university student, is escaping her lonely dorm life, craving human interaction and a break from her worries about the future for her career.
The cafe buzzes with the hum of conversations, clattering dishes, and the hiss of the espresso machine. Outside, the rain drums steadily against the windows, blurring the city lights into streaks of color. The scent of roasted coffee beans mixes with the dampness in the air, creating a cozy yet restless ambiance. The coolness of the rain contrasts sharply with the warmth inside, heightening each character’s internal tension.
Emily glances at a stranger’s smile, her eyes flickering with longing for a saviour. Oliver notices a child laughing nearby, a fleeting reminder of happier times, but glances awayx. Lily nervously taps her foot, then offers a shy smile to the barista, seeking reassurance. Their subtle cues reveal unspoken desires: Emma’s creative yearning, James’s regret, Lily’s hope.
Emma feels a surge of inspiration, yet fears her art will never be enough. James is haunted by memories of lost opportunities, questioning if he can change. Lily wonders if she’ll ever find her place, feeling both hopeful and uncertain. Despite their differences, each is caught in a moment of quiet reflection amid the storm.
Suddenly, the rain slows, and a break in the clouds lets a sliver of sunlight spill through the window. Emma begins sketching, James takes a deep breath, and Lily looks up with a tentative smile. Though their reactions differ—hope, regret, curiosity—they share this transient pause in the storm, united in their silent, personal journeys.
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Nick:
Nick stared out of the rain-splattered window inside the café. He reminisced the times when he was young, splashing in the muddy puddles with gum boots on, getting his hair wet and smudgy. Nick wiped away a tear from his eye. The rain splashed down against the glass and he watched the tears of the window. Every single tear, showed pictures of his past and the joy that he had on rainy days. Nick smiled and went back to his coffee, still thinking about his childhood. As he closed his eyes, flashes of the rain appeared. Nick was a baby wearing little duck boots. Nick as a toddler, wearing a tiny little blue raincoat. Nick, when he started in primary school, holding a small umbrella tightly in his pudgy hands. He longed to go back to that childhood, experience all the wonderful things as a kid.
Tim:
Tim was a boy sitting with his mother in the small café down the street. He watched the rain against the nearest window as it splashed down on the road, making huge ripples and large puddles. Tim wanted to run outside into the rain and splash in the little puddles along the street but he knew not to. Tim looked at his tiny hot chocolate. He sipped it and went back to staring at the outside downpour. He stared back at the café. It seemed a lot dimmer than usual. Tim curiously watched all the drops it made on the glass, his breath fogging it up and drying up. Tim breathed hard into glass and drew a little droplet of water onto it. The surrounding fog cleared up but the bits of it inside stayed intact.
Josh:
Josh grumbled as he stepped into the café with his grey hoodie on. He missed on the shot of a basketball game that could have made it a draw. Instead they lost from 5-4. Josh was mad at himself for making his team lose badly. They had won every game they had until now. Josh tried to order his coffee as politely as he could but he ended up being grumpy as usual. Josh watched the rain as it poured down on the circular window. Josh couldn’t contain himself but suck up half the cup in a gulp. Josh wanted to enter a time machine, and go back in time to fix the mistake he did for his team. He had gotten embarrassed by the other team. They taunted him and teased him. Josh just couldn’t wait to get home and go to bed like nothing happened.
Nick: Nick stared out of the rain-splattered window inside the café. He reminisced the times when he was young, splashing in the muddy puddles with gum boots on, getting his hair wet and smudgy. Nick wiped away a tear from his eye. The rain splashed down against the glass and he watched the tears of the window. Every single tear, showed pictures of his past and the joy that he had on rainy days. Nick smiled and went back to his coffee, still thinking about his childhood. As he closed his eyes, flashes of the rain appeared. Nick was a baby wearing little duck boots. Nick as a toddler, wearing a tiny little blue raincoat. Nick, when he started in primary school, holding a small umbrella tightly in his pudgy hands. He longed to go back to that childhood, experience all the wonderful things as a kid.
Tim: Tim was a boy sitting with his mother in the small café down the street. He watched the rain against the nearest window as it splashed down on the road, making huge ripples and large puddles. Tim wanted to run outside into the rain and splash in the little puddles along the street but he knew not to. Tim looked at his tiny hot chocolate. He sipped it and went back to staring at the outside downpour. He stared back at the café. It seemed a lot dimmer than usual. Tim curiously watched all the drops it made on the glass, his breath fogging it up and drying up. Tim breathed hard into glass and drew a little droplet of water onto it. The surrounding fog cleared up but the bits of it inside stayed intact.
Josh: Josh grumbled as he stepped into the café with his grey hoodie on. He missed on the shot of a basketball game that could have made it a draw. Instead they lost from 5-4. Josh was mad at himself for making his team lose badly. They had won every game they had until now. Josh tried to order his coffee as politely as he could but he ended up being grumpy as usual. Josh watched the rain as it poured down on the circular window. Josh couldn’t contain himself but suck up half the cup in a gulp. Josh wanted to enter a time machine, and go back in time to fix the mistake he did for his team. He had gotten embarrassed by the other team. They taunted him and teased him. Josh just couldn’t wait to get home and go to bed like nothing happened.
Writing Day 4