My Stomach Hates Me Ice Age Novels & Stories

I licked my ice cream cone. She gulped, “don’t do that and I wasn’t jealous,” she said adamantly. “Don’t do what and yes you were, you still are and so am I, no shame in that,” I chuckled. Her cheeks turned pink, “I can find a better use for that tongue of yours then that ice cream…” My growl cut her off, “me too, hurry up and finish that ice cream so I can enjoy my desert.” She chuckled, “I don’t know how you still find me attractive with this watermelon of a stomach; I can’t even see my own feet anymore.”

She was wearing a blue knee-length dress and when she bent over to get some water. Her white two straight long fair legs were exposed in the air. Stella felt a little uncomfortable under his eyes and decide to leave after getting some water. But as she moved, she heard someone behind her say, "Don't drink cold water. Your stomach is not strong enough to digest it." Stella's footsteps paused... Because these words are very familiar to her... She had heard these words since she was a child. Since Young, Stella's stomach was not strong and she can't eat cold food or drink cold water. It will cause stomach ache...

I mutter, horrified. My mouth and chin are covered with it too. I look like a cannibalistic serial killer! My stomach clenches painfully and I get sick in the sink. I know I didn’t have dinner last night but by the amount of ick I throw up, I know something was in my stomach. That thought alone sends me into another bout of heaving and the smell of whatever this is only makes it worse.

“This is the superior flavor. It’s refreshing.” “It’s disgusting.” I made a face. He grinned. “Bet you won’t even try it.” “I refuse to put that abomination in my mouth.” He chuckled. “Your loss, princess.” I rolled my eyes and took a bite of my chocolate ice cream, only to be met with something cold and sticky smearing across my cheek. I froze. “Did you just—” Sage was already grinning like a little kid, his ice cream cone raised in victory. “Oh, you’re dead.”

“What the hell were you doing in there that you couldn’t answer?” “I was puking,” I snapped at them. “What?” screamed the baffled footballers in sync. “I’m extremely squeamish, okay,” I replied, trying to sound defensive. It wasn’t too hard. “Things disgust me easily, and when it happens, I puke. You dumped goddamn pasta sauce on me, and it was gross. I don’t think I’ll eat pasta ever again.” Jaice’s face contorted into a strange expression. It was as if he was warring between the desire to laugh at me and hold on to his anger.

I needed something, anything—to dull the ache in my stomach. Desperate, I slipped outside.The cold hit me like a slap, sharp and stinging. I leaned toward the edge of the roof and licked at an icicle. It numbed my lips but gave me just enough moisture to keep going. I wandered the grounds, half-crouched, half-running, eyes scanning for anything edible.

Jack devoured the ice cream cone in his hand. He occasionally groaned when the cold touched his throat. "I really hate ice cream. God, but this ice cream is really delicious. Why did ice cream suddenly become delicious?" he said before putting the ice cream back into his mouth. "I hate ice cream." He didn't notice Brad staring at him with his mouth hanging open like an idiot. "Close your mouth before a bug flies in," Anne scolded, enjoying her fried chicken as if it were the first time she'd ever tasted it.

Mika pushed the ice cream in front of Gina. The girl's delicate eyebrows furrowed. Seriously? This kid wanted her to lick the same ice cream as her. The girl tried to suppress her nausea. "No, I don't. I don't like ice cream." Mika saw the beautiful face grimace. "That's too bad. Mommy loves ice cream. We used to race to finish the ice cream." Fay even helped Mika finish her ice cream without feeling disgusted. Gina inwardly cursed this child and the person called Mommy. Do you think that's cool? Licking ice cream while walking in a crowd was not her style as a young lady. Only a ghetto girl would do that.

he said, his frown deepening as if he were in severe pain. Fiona frowned back, "You can't drive like this, get a taxi." "It's nothing, just ate something cold yesterday…" "Something cold?" Fiona's eyelids drooped. Was it at the amusement park, eating ice cream with Chicago? Darwin's stomach had always been sensitive. He was particular about his food. Now, it seemed his stomach issues had worsened. That's what Fiona thought when a voice in her head vigorously kicked in, "Don't sympathize with a jerk. It'll bring you misfortune!"

Despite my brilliant display of courage in front of EROS, the issue of the script bothered me greatly. That night, I ate almost a pint of ice cream by myself as I sat on the floor of my room and leaned my back against my bed. I hated my stress-eating habits. Honestly, I’ve never succumbed to this before in years. It wasn’t even this bad when George passed away. I stuffed another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth before sucking on the spoon, feeling the cold stainless against my tongue.