Lemonade Poems Novels & Stories

Adora closed her eyes, breathing in deeply with the lemon pressed to her nose, savoring the sharp tang of citric acid that seemed to clear her head and settle her stomach. It felt wonderful. Louis turned just in time to see her, half amused and half exasperated. “Do you know what you look like right now?” “Like I’m smoking opium—one of the really strong kinds…” Adora exhaled with a laugh, then explained, “Sherry told me about this trick, and it works! Yesterday I read on a pregnancy forum that some women crave the smell of car exhaust. I tried it—it didn’t work. But lemon? I love it.”

She pushed something into my hands. “What is it?” I asked, holding it up so I could read the label without Nora burning me. “Lemonade!” “If you can’t drink, none of us are!” Veronica smiled at me through the mirror. “You don’t have to!” I appreciated it, but there was still some guilt for it. “It’s a struggle to not smoke right now….” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Somehow I’ll manage though.” With a deep sigh, she smiled at me. “Careful now. That sarcasm is lacking.”

One that made that Dylan lose his patience. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO ANYTHING STUP..." "Lemons!" he jumped a little too excitedly from his brain finally catching up. Their surprised gazes made him clear his throat composedly, then he tried again. "Try lemons."

Sia had come to a certain realization and that was if life gives you lemons to squirt someone in the eyes. She had told this to Mario the first time they met and he corrected her that if life gives you lemons make lemonade sweeter than honey which she frowned upon. Nothing felt better than waking up early in the morning, she already buried what had happened back with her father and mother and decided to start her day with a smile since she was going to have lunch with her very own sister

I hardly gulped down the water that she called lemonade as we were both sitting on the edge, our legs touching the water and our hands holding each other. “Love? How many lemons did you put in one glass?” “Just one each. Why?” “And did you add anything apart from one whole lemon and water?” “No. Its lemonade. What more should I add?” Not a perfect cook after all. “Just for future reference love, you should add a little bit of sugar too and just half a lemon is enough for one glass.” “What are you talking about?” she took a sip from her glass and her face was worth staring at.

She crouched, touching a glowing letter. It pulsed once beneath her fingertip, warm and alive. > “The world’s writing poetry now,” she murmured. > “Or asking questions,” Adrian said behind her. He knelt, studying the lines. “They’re fragments. Conscious thoughts trying to connect.” > “Like a baby’s first words?” > “More like a symphony learning its first note.” The words kept appearing, vanishing as soon as the rain touched them. > “It’s thinking out loud,” Mira whispered. “We made a world that dreams.”

With this, the day ended in a good note. ------- One would think that life is easygoing for the other's. But, you never know what they've in their plate. Life-- Unpredictable, unimaginable, and realistic. A proper definition to a simple word life, isn't this ironical. The saying, 'When life gives you lemon make lemonade' but, what if the lemon is sour? Then the lemonade would be tasteless or even worst. Sometimes it's better to leave the lemon aside and wait for it to grow properly. 'Time' the ultimate healer.

I say and he laughs softly. “I think it’s the lemons, they have to be artificially modified, steroid filled lemons.” He says and I nod laughing. “It definitely has to be the steroids.” I say taking another sip, this time I don’t go all in. he’s watching me, I feel awkward gulping the lemonade with his eyes on me like this. “Yey! We’re having lemonade.” Kelly says from a few tables from ours. She smiles at me when I turn and look at her.

Liam asked Adina. “Something without caffeine but with sugar would be nice,” she smiled. Liam nodded at a warrior and they hurried off and came back with two large glasses of lemonade. “Thank you,” Adina said and drank hers. When she was done, Johnny held out his towards her. “No thank you, you can drink in,” she told him. He just shook his head and insisted that she would drink it. She smiled and drank his as well. “That hit the spot. Thank you. Let’s get down to business,” Adina said and explained the procedure to Liam. He nodded.

That was the advantage of being a child; you had this ability to forget things that didn't please you very easily. “Who wants some lemonade?” I asked, approaching them with a tray with a pitcher of lemonade and glasses for all of them. Jensen and the children were on the porch of the house, playing cards and just having fun. The day was cool and somewhat sunny, despite the smog caused by yesterday's rain. “I want lemonade! I want lemonade!” The children exclaimed happily at the iced lemonade. “Okay, there’s enough juice for everyone,” I said with a smile as I poured the liquid into glasses and then handed them to each of them, as well as a glass to Jensen.