The Cursed Coffee Cup”
Sanjida Tanci
Max just wanted caffeine.
He stumbled into the dusty thrift store on a rainy afternoon, more curious than hopeful. Between chipped mugs and forgotten souvenirs, he found it — a sleek, jet-black coffee cup with a tiny silver inscription that read:
“Drink Me — Or Else.”
Obviously, he bought it.
That evening, Max brewed his usual dark roast, poured it into the mysterious cup, and took a sip.
The lights flickered.
His cat politely said, “About time. I’ve been waiting years for someone to lift the curse.”
Max spit coffee across the room. The cat sighed.
“You humans always panic. Listen, we’ve got work to do — the mug chose you. You’re the new Keeper of the Bean.”
“…The what?”
“Just drink your coffee and follow me,” the cat said, leaping into a glowing hole that opened behind the fridge.
And Max? Well, he followed.
Because when your cat talks and the coffee’s cursed, what else do you do?
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