Cerpen Mr Ice Cream Novels & Stories

I squeal with excitement. 'Yay! Thank you!' I say, wrapping my arms around him. Entering the ice creamery, a lovely shop assistant named Maisie greets us. 'Alpha. Luna. How can I help you?' Maisie asks. I look at the wafer cones and the different ice cream flavours in the glass cabinet. 'I'll have the triple-scoop cone: one scoop of chocolate, one scoop of mint, one scoop of vanilla, and one scoop of the rainbow, please. Make it massive!' I tell Maisie. I surprised Ryker with my order.

He added trying to make me smile. “So don’t worry about it,” He said and he tapped my shoulder and he stood up and called the ice cream vendor. He went near him and he bought ice cream for the two of us. He went back with ice cream on a cone on his two hands. One for me and one for him. He looked at me and he pretended that he would lick the ice cream that he would give me. When I stared at him and raised my eyebrow. He smiled. He gave the ice cream to me and he sat beside me. I lick the ice cream and say “thank you.” The three-colored ice cream reminds me of my dad when he was still alive. He used to buy me ice cream wherever we go because that is his favorite. That is why he wants to enjoy

“The f*ck I have,’ he cried and joined her. * Soon, they were on the way to a tiny little Mom and Pop ice cream parlor, where Mrs. Heinz still served handmade ice cream. The homemade kind, said Bianca, licking her plump lips in anticipation. * Bianca had regaled him with tales from her childhood when her mother and father had taken her out for ice creams at the very same place, all during the drive. He smiled, looking a the way the wind was playing with her long hair, which she had confined in a high ponytail but which had come undone at one point. He smiled and looked back at the road. The shop came into view and he was out of the car and beside her door, holding it open for her. She beamed

Few minutes later,Melissa and the principal got to the Ice cream shop and they got their favorite flavor.Melissa bought a strawberry flavor while Mr hart,the principal bought a vanilla flavored ice cream. "This shop is my best ice cream store,the man who runs the business is a best friend of man, and I'm his everyday customer"Mr Hart said. "Oh,so you love ice cream this much?"Melissa asked. "Yeah,I love it so much..and I have a lot of reasons why I do take it,I don't take Ice cream just because I want to take it"He replied.

His fingers continued tapping away, his focus unwavering. I bit my lip, torn between saying something more and just letting it go. In the end, I chose the latter. I moved to the refrigerator, pulling out a bucket of vanilla and mint ice cream. I set it on the counter, grabbed a spoon, and opened the lid, the cold sweetness calling to me like a lifeline. I added chunks of chocolate and crushed cookies, mixing them into the ice cream with a childlike glee. The first spoonful was heaven—creamy, cold, and exactly what I needed to push the nightmares away. I took another scoop, then another, savoring each bite.

I made my way to my room to carry out my normal night routine, when I was done having my bath and getting dressed I made my way to the kitchen to get something to eat, I opened my fridge to look for what I could eat, I scanned through when I spotted the ice cream I bought, I smiled to myself as I picked it together with biscuit to dip inside, it's not cold in my tummy anyway, I laughed silently to myself, I made myself comfortable as I dipped into the ice cream and dropped the biscuit in my mouth, it's pure heaven. I was so into enjoying my ice cream when I heard a scream, I had to turn to my tv to check if I had put it on by mistake, but the tv was off, I didn't hear wrong, I was sure I hea

Mister Nathan looked worried. “It’s nothing.” I smiled and softly pressed the side of my head. *** (Asher’s POV) “Ice cream Ice cream! Get your ice cream for only $1!” The ice cream vendor yelled from his stall, attracting some people’s attention for them to buy the creamy soft served ice cream. While the people marched forward to buy the ice cream, I walked the opposite direction from them, escaping the crowd with a jumbo ice cream cone with 3 mixed scoops.

As they work, Uncle Chuck shares stories of his youth, which are set to the rhythmic sound of milk hitting metal buckets. Alicia was fascinated by Uncle Chuck's stories, realizing that behind the restaurant owner's face was a man with a rich history and a deep love for the country. Meanwhile, Ethan, who was completely engrossed in the milking process, looked like a kid in a candy store. After finishing milking, Uncle Chuck invited them to his ice cream factory. The aroma of freshly made ice cream filled the air, and Alicia couldn't help but marvel at the meticulous process of creating the delicate treat.

The vendor said as he handed the ice creams to me. "Mrs." Eric's voice came all of a sudden. I turned to see him glaring at the vendor. "She's a Mrs, I'm her husband." "Oh! I'm sorry sir, Mrs." The vendor corrected himself. "Better," Eric murmured and I felt my cheeks burn hot. We left the ice cream truck, heading to nowhere in particular. "Here," I gave him the chocolate mint cone, "this one is for you, and these two are mine." ERIC's POV

I was having my favorite flavor which is Vanila while he take a Chocolate flavor. "How do you know my favorite flavor is Vanila" I asked and he just laughed."What funny" because is laugh is contagious and I might find myself laughing too. "Seriously picturing little Rachael licking that ice cream cone is funny" he said and I hit him playfully. "I can't believe I didn't get the Ice cream after all my effort" I said and he laughed which I joined. It was during elementary school, the ice cream man made a special ice cream cone it was special and big I promise I would get it myself no matter the amount but I was delayed after class and I didn't get to have it.