Iu Marshmallow Novels & Stories

“Can’t remember the last time I had these.” The sweet smell of sugar toasting soon mixes with the smoky air. My marshmallow blisters at the edges, gooey and golden, and Jace smashes it between two chocolate squares and a cracker. I slide it off the stick with my fingers and take a bite. Delicious. Jace taps the empty soda bottle against his knee, chewing on his uncooked marshmallows. “Man, we can’t just sit here like we’re eighty. Let’s play something.” Luca snorts. “What, you wanna play bingo?”

“That’s marshmallow abuse.” I rolled my eyes, sticking another one on. “Calm down. There’s a whole bag left.” “Doesn’t matter. You wasted one. Somewhere, a child is crying.” “Pretty sure the child is you,” Alison muttered. The food was simple but good, the kind you only crave on nights like this. Charred hot dogs, sticky wings, corn dripping with butter. And of course, marshmallows burning black because people refused to be patient. Conversation picked up, easy and scattered. Liam was arguing with Quentin about who roasted the better marshmallow. Whitney kept trying to organize toppings like it was a science project. Sandra laughed when Ledger bit into a s’more and ended up with melted choco

"I know, I'd just rather eat a lettuce wrap. And hey, you were right, it does taste really good. The avocado is fresh." Tarra removes the paper folded around her sandwich and takes a bite, not removing the bread. "I know, right? Anyways, tell me. I'm dying for details on how your night with Marshmallow went and also how your cop-a-feel training was. So, spill." In between eating the rest of our food, I tell Tarra about the training and my night with Drew. And after a few coughs, and chokes of food, she lets out a dramatic gasp. "Say what? Marshmallow is a two-pump chump?! I knew something had to be wrong with him. Well, maybe he only jumped the gun quick because he was anxiously anticipating

But there are still things I absolutely cannot stand — honey, milk, and marshmallows. With a heavy sigh, I stared at the decorative marshmallow on the plate and the glass of hot milk beside it. And if the Universe had truly decided to mock me again, that milk would definitely contain honey. Vera caught my expression and broke into delighted laughter. Everyone turned toward her. “Ruslan, you’re incredible!” she said between giggles. “You managed to bring absolutely everything Maya hates. And if there’s even a spoonful of honey in that milk, you deserve a medal!”

Maxwell somehow managed to burn his marshmallow within seconds. I stared at the blackened lump. "How?" "I like them crispy." "They’re black." "They’re… extra crispy." Alec handed him another one. "You have the cooking skills of a raccoon." "I don’t even know what that means." "It means stop touching the fire." "I refuse." I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my own marshmallow. Watching them together was strangely comforting. They teased each other constantly, but beneath every joke was years of deep affection. "You two…" I said, smiling.

POPPY I was reading the book that Indy gave me, and goodness, it was sweet. It was so sweet that it made the marshmallow I was eating taste even sweeter than before. I stared down at the fluffy white marshmallow between my fingers and then slowly looked back at the open book resting on my lap. The two of them together felt like too much. I held the marshmallow up suspiciously, then looked at the book again. Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.”

Dom had never roasted a marshmallow in his life, a fact that became immediately apparent when he held the stick over the flame and watched in horror as the marshmallow caught fire. "It's supposed to be golden brown," Cassie said gently, trying not to laugh. "Not charcoal black." "I'm melting it," Dom said defensively. "For flavor." “Is there anything you can do except make money and spend money?” She asked between hiccups of laughter. “Yes, one more. Make you absolutely fall helplessly in love with me.”

“Why is everyone still awake? It’s really late. I heard voices.” The serious mood vanished in a second. She climbed up onto a kitchen chair and gave us her best serious look. “Hospital days deserve hot chocolate. With lots of marshmallows. Can we make some? Please?” I laughed and opened the cabinet. “You got it, kiddo. One extra-marshmallow special coming right up. Want to help me stir?” “Yeah!” Lily said, suddenly wide awake. “Five big marshmallows. And one tiny one for Mr. Flopsy because he had a hard day too.”

While roasting the marshmallow, Caleb brought me a plate to put the s’mores on. While I was roasting one, Achilles grabbed another skewer and put a marshmallow on it. Instead of letting it heat up slowly, he stuck it in the fire, and the marshmallow was engulfed by the flame. He let it burn for a few seconds before eating it directly off the skewer. “This was one of the things I really wanted to do.” Achilles commented after he ate the marshmallow. “Why?” I asked as I slowly turned my skewer over the fire.

I wear very thick clothes, even layered jackets. By the fire, I saw Malik roasting marshmallows. I walked over to him, but Amanda suddenly hugged Malik first. "I want one, too," Amanda exclaimed. I stopped seeing their closeness. Roasting marshmallows in the morning for breakfast? They are absolutely ridiculous. "Here, take mine. Let me burn another new one. Be careful, it's still hot," said Malik casually. Amanda accepted the burnt marshmallow and took a bite before screaming in heat. "You reckless thing. Here, let me blow it for you."