Blow This Popsicle Stand Novels & Stories

I said, looking over at her and smiling. “Thank you girl,” she said as she sniffed. “I....really...,” she hesitated. “I know,” I interrupted her. “I got you.” Poppie smiled a weak smile. She was almost 100% but not quite there yet. I wanted her to be at her best because I knew she would do well. “Thanks,” “You hungry?” I asked. “Yeah,” she responded questionably. “You wanna smoke?” I asked, passing her the blunt I had rolled on the table. “It might help with your appetite.”

It snapped us both fully awake. ... After brunch, we didn’t go straight home. We just walked. No plan, no rush. The sun was soft, the breeze cool. The park near the river felt like the right place to be. Children ran across the grass, laughing and yelling as they chased each other. The swings creaked in the distance, and the water shimmered under the light. Boats moved slowly, leaving small waves behind them. Near the path, a popcorn stand sat under a tree. The cart was old, the paint chipped. A sign on the front said "Popcorn Pete" in blue marker. The man behind it wore a knit cap and had a kind smile.

I ask them once they all have their popsicle stick. I watch as the guy that is sweating buckets looks at his popsicle stick in horror. He must have gotten one of the ones that are a little more difficult. The one that got the easy campsite seems to think that this is going to be a piece of cake but what he does not know is that he will be overlooked if he does not at least put in some effort while out here.

At least the quality matches the cost. Each bite is creamy and flavorful. I got a scoop of coconut and a scoop of pineapple and they’re both perfect. No sign of artificial flavors anywhere. It’s surreal to think that a week ago a Popsicle was considered a treat. Asher and Jackson make short work of their cones, rushing over to the play area before I’m even halfway done with mine. It’s incredible to witness the change that comes over Asher when he’s with Jackson. The forbidding, formidable man completely disappears.

Music drifted through the air while children ran around clutching balloons almost as big as they were. The aroma of grilled meat, roasted corn, freshly baked pastries and caramel popcorn filled the air.. Today, I was simply Albert not King Albert or Ethan. "Can we go there?" Adrian pointed toward a game booth. "No," I answered automatically. "What about over there?" "No." "The Ferris wheel?" "No." "The balloon stand?" "No." "The ice cream?" "No." He stopped walking and looked at me with exaggerated disappointment. "You've said no four times in thirty seconds." "I know."

he said, breathless and beaming. Andy stroked his hair. “So what do you want to do next?” Aiden pointed toward the cotton candy stand. “I want some cotton candy.” “Alright then,” Andy chuckled. “Let’s go get it.” They walked toward the colourful stall. The sugary smell wafting through the air made Aiden dance in place. As soon as the vendor handed Aiden his cotton candy, Andy’s phone beeped in his pocket. He reached for it lazily. The second he unlocked it, his jaw dropped. The breath froze in his chest.

Gold it is. My chest feels tight as they pack the boxes, and Kayleigh gives me a triumphant smile like she’s scoring points. This isn’t even a game. And if it is, I’m not playing. By the time we reach the candle stands, I’m close to snapping. There are dozens lined up. I settle for one with roses etched into the base. “This one,” I say firmly. Kayleigh’s hand immediately darts to a plain, modern stand. “No, no. Dante doesn’t like anything fussy. Simple is better.”

Melody replies. The early July apricot sun glistens on the deep blue-teal waves, tinting them golden, a breeze bringing hints of honeysuckle and salt, cools Melody’s warm skin. Leo licks his icy lime green popsicle, whilst the cream center reveals itself. Mia fingers become sticky, as her pink popsicles melts on the small wooden stick, dripping to her dainty hands. “Mia, do you want a napkin?” “yes, ma’am.” Mia exposes a toothy grin, and pink stained lips, while Melody hands her a white lined paper napkin.

don't even let me talk about when he's drunk. I looked around as children bounced in the bouncing castle, making sandcastles, some people surfing and sky surfing. Servers taking drinks and food here and there, pictures are being taken. Everywhere was superb. There are different stands like ice cream stands, photo booth, artificial mermaid caves, water slides, and many more. Bessy led us to the Lantonios' table... the table filled with the Lantonios and their family friends. "Oh my gosh, you guys look stunning," Caro cooed, hugging us one by one.

ThereI saw Drake standing in the dark part of the room, leaning back and with his arms crossed as he had been last night. I approached and handed him the plastic I was holding. He looked at it before looking at me again. "What's that?" He asked. I rolled my eyes before taking. I opened it and shot at him. "Oh there. Ice popsicle stick. Head cooler. Is it not enough? Just tell me, I'll freeze your head." Sarcastic I say. He held the Ice pop before smiling at me. "Why are you so concerned 'bout me?" He was teasing. I felt the redness on my cheek, so I turned around.