Sour Apples Novels & Stories

I tried to dodge, and it's not time for Gerald to know all this. "Until there, it's all rotten." "Ah ... I want apples from Germany." I'm begging. Damn, I got real cravings. After this, I was forced to open the refrigerator to get fresh fruit. "It's about to enter autumn. The tree is dead." "You said a lot of apples." "That's in the summer, dear." "Okay, but Rara wants to eat a real apple." "Just buy it." "Okay." "Don't continue to cry. Please pray and support Gerald, I hope it will finish quickly, and we will come back together."

"They're not ripe yet. Not for a few more months, anyway." "You made unripen apples?" She questioned, her braids falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head. "That part was unintentional." I chuckled, turning as Liam came jogging over with Dustin. "Damn, Rae!" Dustin grinned, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he came to a stop. His grey tank top was soaked in sweat, which oddly smelled very similar to the ocean. "You made enough apples to feed the pack for a week." "The apples aren't ripe yet." Tyra warned Dustin, just as he went to grab one. Unsurprisingly, he shrugged and grabbed one anyway. After taking a bite, he turned to Tyra. "Did you make something too?"

This fucking Demigod looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. I had always wondered how he'd look while naked. Sorry, us. And here we were, clothes ripped off and ready for sin. “You'd be my stepsister in a few weeks, don't you care?” I shook my head quickly, almost like cutting him off. “No, I don't.” “This is forbidden.” He pressed a smirk on his lips. He wasn't just interrogating me, he wanted to know the level of my desperation—how eager I was for this. “Rotten Fruit tastes sweetest,” I mentioned, grinning like an idiot. “Soren, now I don't care about fucking taboos.”

His shoulder blade flexed with every minute movement he made. He very carefully picked the apples with the slightest hint of damage and tossed them aside. In the end, a dozen perfectly ripe apples were packed into boxes labelled “Jason's Organic Farm.” I picked up a slightly blemished apple and wiped it on my clothes before taking a bite. Juice burst out of it. It was sweeter than any organic apple sold at Whole Foods Market in New York. “What a waste.” Jason flashed a set of white teeth upon spotting me. “Hey, are you finally going out today?” I mumbled a reply while chewing on the apple.

Elle POV. “You see the red apples, they are the bad guys” Paul says setting some red apples on the table in front of me. “I don’t like red apples” I answer him pushing them off toward the other side of the table. “I know, I know, you like the green apples, it’s why you are the green apple, the good people” he says placing some in front of me, I simply take a bite of one of them while he keeps going with the explanation.

"I know I suck but who cares? I can always learn. We can make more babies and I can take care of all of them hahaha" "You dummy! I'm not a pig!" It was a clear sunny day; the wind was warm and the love between the two teenagers was blooming so bright and strong. "... eat this braised pork too, you've been eating apples every day." "I don't like it. I feel nauseous eating that pork I'm fine with apples. Oh, you should bring this kind of apple, okay? Green crunchy apples only." "I will buy whatever little peach wants."

There was no other way to explain it. I saw a pome fruit in which the ripened ovary and surrounding tissue are both juicy and delicious, as well as having a red hue. “Apple? Yes, that is an apple.” I took a bite and was pleasantly surprised by the flavor. “Hmm, it’s a touch sour and bitter, but largely sweet, not at all salty, and overall extremely juicy.. Nice one apple..” I took a bite again and began walking in the same direction as when the girl appeared out of nowhere, and I tried to ignore the fact that I was clearly hallucinating. A tiny girl, all alone in the woods? And a lady in green? Or was just I mistaken of my sight? What are the chances of that?

With the taxes and having no proper source of income, Fyn couldn't even trade them with the herbs he found near his hut. "Screw it," Fyn muttered. "It could eat me for all I care." Without wasting any more time, Fyn bit into the apple and he couldn't help it, he groaned in delight. The taste of the apple exploded in his mouth. The sweetness coating his tongue like a second skin. As he expected, he started biting into the apple like a deranged man who hadn't eaten in days. Slobbering like a pig. Swallowing like it was the best meal he had in days. Honestly, it was. The best thing he had ever tasted.

Elias said and reached behind the passenger seat and pulled out a brown paper bag, and Aiko assessed his every action. "I got some apples if you like one?" Elias held the open bag out to Aiko. The shiny red and green marble-coloured apples smelled lovely and fresh. Aiko could feel her mouth water at the look of the beautiful fruit. She hadn't eaten in hours, and eating would undoubtedly help keep her awake. "Yes, please." She mumbled and picked out two smooth and round apples. "They are homegrown from my own orchard", Elias explained. Aiko bit into the ripe fruit, and the tart green notes were softened and balanced with the sweetness of the red. Her face ached with every bite, but the taste

He can’t see color as fine as veins like this. “I’ll look.” I stroke the thick, soft fur of his neck in apology as he slows to a canter. I steal glimpses between tree branches I have to duck and patches of total darkness. Sourplum trees are famed for their strange trunks; we just need to find a wild one. I only know them from the palace orchard. The scent of rotted fruit whisks by on the wind. They’re out of season—any unpicked fruit would lie fallow on the ground. I urge Finn toward it until the distinctive tree comes into view.