Candy Floss 2016 Novels & Stories

I was starring hardly maybe that’s why Alex notice me starring. “Those are cotton candy. Do you want them?” Alex ask me. I couldn’t resist the temptation. They look so fluffy just like cloud. “Yes I want..” I said. After that Alex brought two for us. As I take a bite off I feel like this candy is melting in my mouth. It’s sweetness and fluffiness is making me so good. After eating a bit I notice that Alex is starring at my face. “Is There something on my face ?” I asked

Even if just for one night. Even if everything else still felt like a mess. “Fine,” she muttered. “But don’t expect full glam. I’m not in the mood to contour a damn thing.” “Deal,” Candy said, grabbing her makeup bag. “We’ll do the gloss. You just bring the stare.” “And maybe talk to Lake,” Rose added. “He’s been weird lately.” Monica froze for a second at that, then shook it off. * * * "“The event house is huge!” Candy squealed into her phone, holding up the camera as they walked past the entrance. “Guys, we got front row seats, so get ready—you're about to see every walk, every stitch, up close and live.”

I quickly glanced at the stall behind him and then looked back at him again. "Candy floss." He smirked before turning around and talking to the girl inside the stall. When he turned around again, he was holding two big and pink flossy candy floss in both hands and handing one over to me. I quickly took it from his hand and picked out a wispy piece and shoving it in my mouth. "It's good right?" I nodded. "Definitely the best. So where to now?" He glanced around and then looked back at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

~Monday, October 31, 2016 - Halloween- Green, yellow, orange, red, blue. Blue, red, orange, yellow, green. Wow, it appears I've mixed up the order in which I'm munching on my Sour Patch Kids. This showcases my current state of boredom in Philosophy class. Now, where was I? Oh, right... Green, yellow, orange... My investigation into the candy packet grinds to a halt as I find it devoid of any remaining contents. I can't help but pout at this discovery; I seem to have devoured the entire package.

Maybe I should have stayed behind. In the far corner, my eyes landed on the sweets. Sweets everywhere. I even saw a chocolate fountain. Well today is my lucky day. “Rosy, stay here and don't move, let me bring him.” She said as she walked off to God knows where. She conversed with different types of people as she made her way through the crowd. “Woah you look dripping hot.” A sweet feminine voice stated her opinion from behind me. I turned around to see a stunning girl in a red mini dress that rested above her knees. Her dead straight jet black hair rested till her elbows. The most interesting part was her eyes. Dark grey almost black.

I cross the street, my eyes still darting around, looking for any clue, any sign that this wasn't a wasted trip. As I step inside the Candy Corner, the bell above the door jingles, a surprisingly cheerful sound. The air inside is thick with the sweet, cloying smell of sugar and something vaguely fruity. Shelves are crammed with colorful packets of sweets, old-fashioned jars of hard candies, and a small, dusty display of newspapers.

They both made their order, which included the one for Finn. “Here you go,” the lady behind the counter said, handing three sticks of cotton candy to them, and Bella reached for her pockets to pay, but Kai beat her to it, placing his cash on the counter before she could take hers out. “Thank you,” she replied, turning around quickly to hide her cheeks, which were flaring up. “No sweat,” Kai replied, then they walked away from the stall, strolling around the carnival grounds while Bella enjoyed the large ball of candy, which tasted like a mixture of air and caramel.

They dashed into the nearest building, a supermarket named Happy Mart, alongside other people seeking shelter from the rain. “Where’s my cotton candy?” Felix asked, looking at the stick that he had been holding. When he had left the amusement park, a large ball of cotton candy had been attached to the other end. “It got dissolved in the rain. Did you know that cotton candy would melt if it came in contact with liquid?” Cassie asked pausing from wringing out her hair to stare at him quizzically. She snickered when he shook his head. “You’re so sheltered.”

Cassidy is devouring some cotton candy, and now I want some. "The fireworks start in an hour and a half. Shirley and Bill have a canopy setup on the corner by the store. Y'all should join us," Tisha says. Cassidy nods her head in agreement, mouth still full of cotton candy. "Is there room for our families to come too?" I inquire. "Of course," Cassidy answers, balling up the empty cotton candy bag in her hand. She is smiling big and looking back and forth between Jon and I. "Did you see something, Cassidy," Jon questions.

I chewed dramatically and sighed. “Oh my God. That one’s illegal. What is that, a crime of flavor?” “Raspberry Champagne,” he said, tasting his own piece. “Yep. We’re getting arrested.” Like it tasted too nice for it to be legal. We laughed through every flavor, rating them, arguing over frosting thickness, and debating the morality of fondant as if we could make any. It was stupid and perfect and everything I didn’t know I needed. Midway through tasting, a girl probably no older than sixteen tiptoed to our table, eyes wide and hands shaky.