Candy Floss 2016 Novels & Stories

Cammie may be a genius girl who knows every word from every dictionary in the world while Alyssa may be a Nobel Prize winner for a new physic theory in the next ten years, and I may be a person who likes to put dead stuff in formaldehyde bottles in our refrigerator, but still, we are just like any ordinary girls, and even the Ultara girls need to have some fun. We bought Nutella churros and ate cotton candies while dancing to the blasting music with the crowd. All of us had grown on all the fun at the carnival that we almost lost track of time. After hours passed, people began to clear away. Some of the booths along the street were being closed down. Alyssa jabbed on her phone, but then she

yeah. Suddenly, Candy took her sunglasses of and looked at us one by one. There’s something in her eyes I couldn’t comprehend. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at my friends. Heziah is doing Tiktok with Jessile. Frostine and Ayden are taking selfies. I looked back at Candy and I could sense that something was wrong. The clerk also flipped through the pages of the logbook. What happened? “Is something not going well?” I asked Candy and the others heard it, too. They stopped from what they are doing.

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 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.

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.

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.

Noah turned his head, skillfully concealing the sadness in his eyes while a gentle smile graced his fair face. "I came to see you. This is a signature product named ‘Palette of Emotions’ from a famous candy store. They claim that eating these candies will lift your mood." Chloe accepted the exquisite bag of candies, her brows furrowed in confusion. "Palette of Emotions?" "I just watched the replay of the live stream from two days ago," Noah replied calmly.

A small seating area featured pastel-colored chairs and tables just the right height for kids, with plush cushions shaped like clouds and stars. Zoe’s eyes widened as she took in the flavors: Vanilla Bean, Chocolate Truffle, Strawberry Swirl, Salted Caramel, Cookies & Cream, Cotton Candy, Bubblegum Blast, Rainbow Sherbet, Birthday Cake, S’mores Delight, Honey Lavender, Mango Passionfruit, Blueberry Cheesecake, Peanut Butter Swirl, Choco Mint Crunch. "Which one should I pick first?" Zoe asked, pointing at the bright rainbow sherbet. "Hmm… maybe everything?" Bella suggested as her eyes sparkled. "I want Rainbow, Cotton Candy, and Birthday Cake!"