Banana Splits Novels & Stories

“I need Latin food.” I blinked. “What Latin food?” “I want...” She frowned so hard her bangs fell low enough to nearly cover her eyes. “A-reh-pah. Empa-nada. And the yellow thing.” “Rice?” “No.” “Corn?” “No.” “Banana?” She pointed at me dramatically. “Yes. Punished banana.” Hannah burst out laughing from the sofa. I looked at the ceiling. “God, give me strength.” “I want punished banana,” Abby repeated, louder now, because apparently her culinary demands needed to be heard all the way in Colombia. “The smashed one. The fried one. The crunchy one. Plah... pla... pla-ta-nose.”

The sensation was something new, something that associated her to himself so lazily, something they found would take a long time to get used to. "Well..." Jasper pulled open the door to the fridge, his eyes scanning the contents. "-We could have chicken salad or grilled sandwiches..." He then bent over, propping the fridge door against his shoulder before he pulled open the freezer door and began to scan the contents much like he had the fridge. He then reached for the lower drawer, gently digging through what sat inside, the girl lazily sitting up behind him, an elbow against the counter's surface and her chin filling the bank in the palm of her hand. "... Pizza, Empanadas-"

she asked her companion. Eldion looked at the mangosteens and pomelos that were displayed on the shelves. He could see that they were not as big nor as fresh as those he saw in Alnoc and they did not look as appetizing. Then, he saw some bananas that were deep fried in oil and brown sugar and knew he had to try them. “I think I’ll have some of those fried bananas, Mira,” he said. “How about some fruit tea, young travelers? I have hot tea to warm your stomachs,” offered the old man.

Amai mono ga areba, hoippukurīmu, batā, mēpurushiroppu o soeta kurashikkuna pankēki o tamesu koto ga dekimasu. “ナッツとキャラメリゼしたバナナをトッピングしたキャラメリゼしたバナナのパンケーキ。キウイ、オレンジ、イチゴ、ブルーベリーなどの新鮮なフルーツと、クレームアングレーズのサイドとチョコレートソースの小雨が入ったミックスフルーツとチョコレートパンケーキ。または、クリーミーなココナッツカスタードがあり、カリカリのクルミをまぶしてカリカリに仕上げたココナッツカスタードパンケーキ。”

I walked over to a table that had some good looking things on it. "Are these eatable?* I asked the maid, pointing to a particular plate. "Of course, Miss. Those are bananas" she replied and I arched my brows in surprise. Bananas? What are bananas? I plucked one out and started eating it and..... Gross!!!? It was damn bitter! What's this?? "Hey; hey; why're you chewing it that way? You didn't peel off the back" she ran to me and said as I chewed with a crumpled look.

Alright, here’s 600 words of completely random, chaotic-yet-readable stuff: --- Have you ever thought about how bizarre it is that bananas are technically berries, but strawberries aren’t? Whoever came up with fruit classification was either a genius or someone with too much time on their hands. Imagine sitting in a botanical conference: “Yes, folks, tomatoes are fruits, cucumbers are fruits, but that thing called a strawberry? Nope, not a berry. Carry on.” It feels like nature is playing an inside joke and we’re just pretending to get it.

Of course she’d never do that, so the taste of warm chamomile tea doesn’t surprise me when I take a sip. William sits near my feet on the edge of the bed, a vomit-safe distance away, and thrusts the bananas towards me. “You need to have something in your stomach before taking this.” He shakes the bottle, and the brown liquid inside sloshes. I’d much rather prefer something sweet and sugary like chocolate, but I knew it would probably do more harm than good. I need to eat something healthy, and what else screams ‘health’ more than big bright bananas? I sigh, giving in and collecting one of the bananas he’d peeled for me. The banana tastes like a banana, what else would a banana taste like, du

I ask. He turns to me, soft brown eyes blinking "You'd o-only be with me when p-pigs fly?" "An example, dear" I say, trying my best not to laugh "And then Gibby, was talking to the caterpillar, Bastille, about how he couldn't wait to reach the land of Monkey's and get their golden banana" He's pouting again "So?" "What does he want with a golden banana?" "B-Because it's cool" "Yeah, but he can't exactly eat it"

"A banana?" "What banana? That's the sacred fruit from our clans holy tree which I and your father painstakingly borrowed to save your life." Greta had a growing urge to hit her big mouth. "Then why is it a banana? Isn't it supposed to be an apple." Elsa complained. "Like you know golden in colour— I mean I could still manage if it was blood red or maybe rainbow colour, but this." "I really should have left your ass to suffer." Greta started to regret her life decision.

The afternoon light bathed the fruit bowl, making the colorful selection even more inviting. With a leisurely pace, he approached the counter, drawn to the assortment of fruits. The bright yellow bananas, the deep red strawberries, the juicy peaches, and the plump blueberries enticed him with their delicious promises. He paused for a moment, contemplating which combination of flavors would make the perfect fruit juice.