Cerpen Mr Ice Cream Novels & Stories

The soft glow of the overhead lights bathed the place in a warm ambiance. Finally, they reached the counter and received their ice cream cones. The cold, creamy treat felt delightful against their tongues, sending shivers of pleasure through their taste buds. Andrea's ice cream was a swirl of chocolate and vanilla, while D'Andre had a scoop of rich, velvety chocolate.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look when you smile, Enora." My heart felt so warm and fluffy but there was a new feeling... A different feeling. "Your ice cream." It was served in a bowl with spoons. I couldn't contain my excitement and took a huge spoonful. It was... It was amazing! Better than amazing! "Owww! Brain freeze." My face contorted and I heard Mr. Wright chuckle. "So impatient," he muttered gently. I shook his head. He must not know how tasty his own ice cream was. It was probably a national treasure.

He was so heavy I could barely hold him up, but I still gritted my teeth and carried him around in circles again and again. Even the ice cream this time, Dad only gave it to me when Mom wasn't home. Owen could eat ice cream whenever he wanted. I just wanted so badly to know what ice cream tasted like. That was the only reason I didn't give it to him.

And despondent staring into space. Oh, shit. Someone build me a bridge so I can get over it already. This was Day’s weekend. It was about her. And my ice cream. Oh, crap. The ice cream. “Seriously. If there were such a thing as snogging ice cream, you’d be doing that right now,” Mish mused. “It’s both intriguing and horrifying at the same time.” “No.” I shook my head. “Horrifying was you getting the wax earlier. No, I take it back. Your scream while getting the wax earlier was horrifying.”

Denying it will give him the satisfaction of knowing that I was indeed checking him out so instead I roll my eyes and say, "I've seen better." His smile doesn't falter, "You little liar, " he responds and dips the spoon back into the tub, scooping another bite. Oreo flavoured, I realise. The ice cream is Oreo-flavoured. I don't know what it is about that single discovery that momentarily disarms me. Maybe it's the fact that I never pegged him for an ice cream man much less an Oreo one. Or maybe it's because him eating ice cream at three am makes him just like the rest of us humans with indismissible late-night cravings

There was no teaching that imbecile. Shaking my head, I turned my face to the other side where a new ice cream shop just opened up. The front door was filled with homeless kids who wanted ice cream but the owner was a major witch, chasing the kids with an egg mixer. She looked just like her shop which wasn't much. No wonder she was a lonely heifer.

It's lunch time!!"the time keeper announced. Goodbye class"the teacher waved her hands as she leave the class. Goodbye Mrs Smith"they shouted back with happiness in their tone. I raised my head up instantly from my table. "Let's go have some ice cream"Bianca pouted her lips Her love for ice cream is an excessive obsession,not only ice cream, She's a foodie..a I bought out my makeup from my bag, checking my look in the mirror,if it wasn't ruined,

I must say, the ice creams here are so delicious; I never eat such mouth-watering ice cream. I took another cup of ice cream, as this would be the sixteenth one if I ate this with the seventh ice cream tub of vanilla. My mood, which was spoiled by that Asshole Campbell, is now saved by these ice creams. You know what is the most beautiful thing I love about these ice creams is that they have toppings of chocolate over their cones, which makes me eat them more as I love chocolate. I was licking my fingers after eating the sixteenth cone, but I was startled when I heard a halt. My breathing became heavy as I felt my head getting so cold, like my blood getting frozen.

“Yes, that’s a mall.” “No, houses don’t float.” “I think that’s a radio station.” “No, birds don’t pay rent.” Their laughter filled the car like music. Then— “There!” Maya pointed out the window. “Ice cream team!” I followed her finger and saw a small roadside stand with a bright umbrella and a handwritten ICE CREAM sign. “Can we pleeease?” she begged. I turned toward her instantly. “No ice cream in the morning, Maya.” She pouted dramatically. But before she could protest, Desmond spoke up.

I don't know but instead of getting annoyed I found myself smiling because of his cheesy lines and moves. I'm doomed. And I think it's not good. "Ice cream oh," Inabala ni Bingo ang pag iisip ko ng pinakita niya ang ice cream sa harapan ko. Kinuha ko ang Ice Cream sa kamay niya at nag simulang kumain. Pauwi na kami sa amin at ngayon ay nag lalakad kami sa gilid ng kalsada kung saan naka pwesto ang mga street vendors.