Let's Blow This Popsicle Stand Novels & Stories

“A man in my life, indeed.” “And why not?” He sliced through the pie until it was all sectioned off, then lifted a piece onto his plate. “Any ice cream?” Dixie pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. “I’ll get it.” Pops pushed himself from his chair and ambled over to the fridge. He pulled a half gallon of vanilla ice cream from the freezer and set it on the counter. Before dishing out a scoop, he nuked his slice of pie. The sweet scent of apples and cinnamon filled the air. By the time Pops returned to the table, the pie was steaming and the ice cream was melting around the edges.

He hasn't popped the question yet, but I am dying to say yes. We stopped by a dart-a-balloon stand, and he said he wanted to play. I stood beside him as he prepared to throw a dart on one of the balloons. At first, I thought it was just an average booth, but I learned that it was not because after one balloon was popped, it revealed" Patricia" as a prize. The next balloon revealed" A kiss," and the third showed" from." If you read the whole phrase, it says," A kiss from Patricia."

His eyes in the candlelight held my reflection. "To Miss Hartley. The last stumbling block in your life, cleared away." I touched my glass to his. The crystal chimed. "To you too, Mr. Sterling. From here on, it's open road."

Just wood and screws and 3 AM sanding. “Okay,” Elena said. Lighting six candles. Three pink. Three purple. “Make a wish, girls.” Isla slept through it. Ivy screamed at the fire. Alex clapped. “Cake! Cake!” Adrian was next to me. Arm around my waist. Hand on my hip. Not my stomach. Not anymore. Flat again. Mostly. “Wish,” he told Ivy. “Blow them out.” Ivy blew. Spit. No air. We all laughed.

/Gonna live like it's the end of the world Gonna party like, oh Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up It ain't the end of the world smiles, metaphors and we pop pills Sick flow, inundated with the doc bills Work hard, now we know how to top bills In the middle of the street doing cartwheels Lot of them try to do it but it's not real Wasn't a rapper, then I could've got a pop deal White curls in a hot-pink Hot Wheels Lot of bottles and a lot of fruity cocktails Uh, days of our lives You wink it goes by So we'll just get it with no Edison Anything goes, so no time for closed minds/ “Where is Steph by the way? Is she not going here?” “I guess. They need to prepared for the opening of the soccer g

“Shoes are optional.” Callie nodded at me. “Exactly. There is only supposed to be a five miles per hour wind and a cool 80 degrees. There will be a dance floor and a D.J.” “Sounds like you have thought of everything.” “Actually, there is one thing I need you to tell me on.” “Oh? What’s that?” I asked, Callie. “I want to make signature drinks. I need you to pick something, and Ethan needs to pick a signature drink.” “Hmm, maybe a Mojito for me.”

I take two bottles of cold water out of the fridge and turn back to Poppy . "God you two are so in love it's gross. Now get over here it's face mask time" Poppy states as she picks up the container filled with sticky green cream and tosses me a head band. I pull it around my face and secure the hairs out of the way as we both begin to cover our skin with the cream.

I said returning the poke in a less friendly manner. “Of course they do. All you have to do is open your mouth and let large words and musical notes fly out. Sounds easy if you ask me but too bad I’m not the ‘music’ or the ‘singing’ type unlike someone.” I heard Gar say taking another lick on his Popsicle.

Arielle was speechless, “Did you not hear when I said you were on speaker and your image projected in front of everyone?” Evan only shrugged, “So what? Publicity is publicity. Besides, the cops would announce it soon.” Arielle only shook his head, “Alright, I gotta go. I will see you next week. Brunch at my place! I will text you the details. Ar and Belle will be there as well.” Evan waved goodbye, “Make sure to make garlic shrimps. See you!”

Colorful streamers fluttered lightly in the breeze, whimsical music played softly from speakers hidden among the hedges, and everything from the soft sand paths to the pastel benches gave the park a dream-like glow. Since it was still early in the morning, the park wasn’t crowded. A few families were scattered around, and a couple of children chased bubbles near the fountain. They walked through the soft sand and made their way to a quaint little stand shaped like a pastel cart. They each got ice cream, Kaliyah chose strawberry swirl, Mirella went with vanilla mint, and Leon, chocolate. Just a few steps away, they were drawn by the sweet scent of popcorn. The popcorn stand brought bright mil