Candy Floss 2016 Novels & Stories

I didn’t expect Arnold to tell me about his family problems and I also didn’t expect, when we reach the carnival, that my sister was working there. “What the hell?” Andrea made a disgusting face when she saw me. “Hi, Andrea!” Arnold waved and her disgusted face doubled and instead closed the lid of the huge jar full of sweets with a heavy blow. “That’s not nice.” She was wearing the uniform same as all the female workers here and she was in the candy section booth that has an orange tent and three huge jars of sweets, on the other side there was a cotton candy machine and on a string tied the blue cotton candy and the pink one shaped like a flower was on a stick.

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

I giggle remembering how my daughter practically stole the show, then head up front. The whole clubhouse was transformed into a winter wonderland. Candy was always a Christmas freak but looking around the place as I head out the back where the ceremony will be held, class and elegance is all I see. There are white and blue twinkles of spark and d¨¦cor that works perfectly with the winter wonderland theme Candy chose.

One day had become zero. The Willow Creek Summer Festival opened its gates at dusk, and the town square had transformed into something truly magical. Thousands of fairy lights twinkled like captured stars overhead, casting a warm golden glow across the vibrant booths. Laughter and music filled the air, mixed with the sweet scent of cotton candy, fresh popcorn, and Mrs. Delgado’s famous lemon bars. Families wandered between games, children squealed at the fishing pond, and the main stage pulsed with the first local band warming up their instruments.

Candy raises a brow and hesitates but pushes on towards me, seemingly undeterred. “Hi, I’m Candy, nice to meet you Liberty” she holds out her hand. Her smile is radiant but doesn’t reach her eyes. Ignorant, 17 year old Liberty didn’t see that Candy was fake. Seasoned and wiser Liberty sees right through Candy’s act. It pains me to realise how naive I previously was.

Fany Adrian bought two pink confectionery. The shape of the sweet food is like a cloud. Big enough for the two of us to eat. "It is done, right? Can we go back to the apartment?” asked Adrian. His words left me speechless. "So all the way here, just buying confectionery?" Annoyingly, he even chuckled while holding me, until he sank into the sea of ​​​​humans. Carnival music resonated with the laughter of visitors. So many stalls selling food, clothes, and toys. One that caught the eye, a merry-go-round ride. I always ride it when there's a mass market in Glendale, this time it's bigger.

Honey and Gerald were not going to the Bahamas, but to the so-called popular elite party that Gerald had been raving about for months, and now that they had been personally invited by one of his business partners, he had decided to invite his girlfriend. He smirked as he watched as the host of the party glided down the stairs to his girlfriend, tied up-half naked and drugged up with the red substance the rich and powerful had been talking about, and yes, he did feel like he was on cloud nine. This "red happy pill" was a new product on the market. One of the masked females dressed beside him in an unusual vampire costume licked his ears and murmured sweet nothing. Gerald moaned as he forgot a

I'd missed it one year, too tired from an all-nighter grading essays, but this year, it was on. It was, as ever, a heck of a party by teacher standards. Drinking in moderation, unlimited chips and queso, and best of all, food not served with a ladle drawn out of a metal tub. I stuck around long enough to have lunch and dinner. I got to retell the fiction of being mass flashed three separate times as the crowd changed over the hours and demanded salacious gossip. I poked a little fun at Candy while a big group of us were gathered, claiming that I'd bumped into former student Xavier Burney not long ago, and he'd told me she'd gotten herself a new tattoo. A crimson-faced Candy sputtered out a l

Inside, there were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable: Creamy chunks of butterscotch that changed color in every bite; hundreds of different kinds of chocolates in weird animal shapes arranged in neat rows that customers must be prepared to catch once it either leaped or flew; colorful candy necklaces which adjusted to the size of the neck; miniature candy cones; cans of slithering candy worms; cakes that could be ordered in towers or slices; and enchanted scrumptious beverages which kept on filling to the glass’ rim. “Your Highness, are you sure you do not want to eat inside?” Holly asked. “No, the air is fresh. I like it here,” Clara said, then she looked

I rushed over to the table, my fingers trembling slightly as I picked up one of the tamarind candies. The familiar, tangy flavor burst in my mouth as I started devouring them, each bite bringing a wave of joy and nostalgia. I let out a deep moan and was it me or did I hear a curse somewhere nearby? I pushed that away. Who could have done this? The thought flickered through my mind, but I pushed it aside for now, simply reveling in the unexpected happiness of the moment. The combination of lilies and tamarind candies was so personal, so thoughtful, it felt like a dream come true.