Sourest Apples Novels & Stories

Sean asked, making Letta shake her head. "It's not necessary. With Meri coming back, I'm already happy," Letta said, making Sean nod. "Yes, I knew your answer would be like that. So I asked my mother to bring apples that were actually planted by my grandmother herself. The apples there are very sweet, although they're not very red, but I'm sure you'll like them," Sean said again, making Letta nod.

The entire kitchen smells like warm apple pie, and I lick my lips, seeing the vanilla sauce dripping from it. I immediately dig in, stopping to lift a questioning brow at Daria when I notice she isn't eating. "I'm not much for apples and cinnamon these days. I can no longer enjoy the sugary flavor of sweets that I once found addicting," Daria explains to me in a quiet voice. "The chemotherapy seems to have changed my taste buds, which sucks." I give her a pained smile. "I'm so sorry to hear that." "Yeah, it's sad, but at least there is more pie for you."

******************** | Hollis | "Did you enjoy yourself?" Whitney giggled, skipping ahead toward the apple cider line. There weren't too many people left, since the festivities had died down and everyone was starting to head home. The girls had been so overstimulated by all the sights, smells, and theatrics that they'd almost completely spaced stopping for some hot apple cider. Which for Hollis, would've been an unforgivable offense. Apples were by far her favorite fruit, and almost every outdoorsy event did something with them in Maine this time of year.

And scary. I settle on a rock at the back of the cave and dig in my coat pockets for the apples I had found earlier in the storage room (Quite a daring expedition, I must add) and dig my teeth into one. Their fruits taste particularly delish, like they've been treating it with some kind of fertilizer or something. It's a shame they don't like them; as Gylen had said, wolvens fangs are for meat.

he murmured, taking the apple out of my hands and then taking a bite out of it. “Rick! I am here for you, okay? I will not leave you here again,” I promised him, sitting comfortably and eating the apple. I have never tasted apples like these before, they were one of the juiciest apples. I couldn’t help but wonder why Rick resisted eating these apples? “You are so nice,” he added, putting the apple down and straightening his back to sit straight, “and so beautiful,” once he added those words, I felt a little weird.

Riley knew. October arrived with cooler temperatures and the first hints of frost. The orchard had been harvested—baskets and baskets of apples, more than the village could eat, more than they could store. Rosa organized a preserving marathon, turning bushels into cider, applesauce, dried rings, and pies that filled the community center with their warm, spicy scent.

“W—what is it? What the—?” Several apples hung lifeless from the branches, black-red, some of them oozing their once-sweet juices in putrid syrupy drips. Blessing gaped, unable to take his eyes off them. Two of his hired hands, Gus and Ernesto, stood nearby, pointing up. A ladder lay tipped over at the base of one of the trees. Zeke edged forward, squinting overhead. He started and dropped his pop bottle.

Creamy and sharp and probably wildly expensive. "Okay fine," I admitted. "It's good cheese." "Told you." "You're insufferable." "You're not the first person to say that." We kept walking. He bought fresh bread from another vendor. Apples from a farm upstate. Some kind of jam that the woman selling it promised would "change our lives." "She oversold that," I said after we'd walked away. "It's jam. It's not going to change anything." "Maybe it's really good jam."

The air was thick with the sweet scent of ripening fruit, mingling with the earthy smell of damp soil. I scanned the garden, my heart pounding. No guards. No one. It was just me and the lush, overgrown paradise in front of me. I stepped closer, my eyes darting between the trees laden with fruit. The sight of them made my mouth water—round, glistening apples hanging like jewels, their skins a deep shade of red, oranges so ripe they seemed to glow in the moonlight, and soft, sweet pears that looked like they were bursting with juice. My stomach growled again, sharper this time, and I froze.

Adeline pointed to a tree not far away and asked. He looked in the direction of Su Jin's finger and nodded. "Yes, that's apricot. Now apricot is the most beneficial. It's not sour at all!" When Adeline thought of the sour and sweet taste, she felt as if her saliva was about to flow out of her mouth. "Miaomiao, take it!" Su was still immersed in delicious food. Before he could react, he saw the big cow standing on a tall tree with several sour dates in its hands. It was about to throw them down.