Strawberry Astronaut Novels & Stories

"How can we stop now? Wouldn't that make me seem incompetent?" I thought he was going to let me off the hook, but to my surprise, he lifted me up by my hips. "I remember you like strawberries, don't you?" Strawberries? A chill ran down my spine as I recalled a risqué scene I had written involving strawberries. The female protagonist was naked, blindfolded, and bound in the kitchen, her body covered in strawberries. The male protagonist patiently fed her the strawberries one by one. My God... how perverted was I to have come up with such a scenario?

Torshavn doesn’t have any strawberries, unless it was December already and the imports would be in the market now. It was just September, and how is this even possible? Lucas handed it to me and I accepted it, I am still in shock, though. My mouth waters as I imagined the sweet and tangy taste of the strawberry. “Well, ever since you’ve told me that you like strawberries, I asked Kelly if she could bring some strawberry seeds for me… and that’s it.” I could see that Lucas is happy, his eyes were twinkling and the smile of him was very contagious.

says Akila. We pretend to still be angry with our mates as we say goodbye. They get in the car and drive away. Akila and I walk to the garden with Nick and Ray following behind us. Everyone is tense and on high alert. We don’t know who the trader is, it could be anyone. I head to my little strawberry patch and frown. The strawberries are half eaten. Akila senses my irritation and laughs. She walks over to the strawberries and beings whispering something. Her eyes glow and more strawberries grow. I smile wide and immediately pick one.”

"Please, pack this all. We will buy them all, “Chao Fei said. The merchant nodded and immediately called out for help from the young man who stood at his back, putting all the fresh strawberries into the plastic bags, then arranging them into the five large white cartons. The owner of the strawberry stall and his son pack the fresh strawberries for one hour. When they were done, they then gave the two elder masters a freebie for buying their whole new stock of strawberries. They gave them a strawberry that was smaller than the one inside the box. The owner explained to them what kind of strawberry it was and he told them that the tiny strawberry they received was a wild strawberry that only

She actually went out with her friends. “Wanna grab a bite?” She asked. “I hate sweets, remember?” I snorted. “It's strawberry.” She sing-songed. Strawberry. Caden's favourite. He ate it with everything. Strawberry tea, strawberry cake, strawberry everything. I realized I hadn't said anything and cleared my throat. “I don't care.” “Hmph. More for me then.” She shrugged and pushed open the lid. I paused the show when I heard the home phone ring.

You could feel life had already left this home. The door leading to the studio was already open and I reluctantly crossed it after sighing one last time in preparation. The room was as large as my whole apartment, with a traditional oak desk and several books covering the walls. At the end of it, under a cabinet full of wine bottles, I could see a small shrine with the picture of Boss and a young woman with long dark hair and almond colored eyes. Tears began forming again but, before I started weeping, something else caught my attention. A small girl was crouching right next the picture, hugging her knees and covering her face with them, their daughter. I remember now, Boss had a daughter.

"Try that and tell me what you think." It was clear, with strawberries in the bottom. It looked carbonated, but she wasn't sure what this was. Looking at the two of them, she took a sip from the small straw that sat in the drink. It had a bit of a bite, but it went down smooth. "That's good. What is it?" "Strawberry flavored Vodka and Sprite. Be sure and let those strawberries sit in the bottom and then eat 'em, but watch it. They'll be completely full of alcohol."

And maybe it’s better that I’m not around to hear it. We might be forced to be around each other for sake of appearances, but we’re not exactly best friends. I doubt he wants me in his business like that. Besides, I’m starving. Throwing up after getting on a rollercoaster does that to you. I rummage through the fridge and find a pack of strawberries. I scowl. No chocolate. What kind of monster keeps strawberries without chocolate? Obviously, it’s Tess. She can’t stand chocolates, but that’s something I find insane.

She couldn't eat as Mason and Jonathan discussed how she and Mason supposedly met and fell in love. She opened the fridge and found some strawberries and whipped cream. She took them out together with a cold bottled water. She rinsed the strawberries and grabbed some to place on a plate. Then, she sat on a stool by the counter and poured some whipped cream on the strawberries and started eating them savoring the taste.

She didn’t need to know about anyone’s maximum pleasure. Especially not Sebastian’s. Absolutely not. That way lay madness. "Hmm." She examined another packet. Apparently it was strawberry flavoured. Why anyone would want a strawberry-flavoured condom remained a mystery. Surely if someone wanted strawberries, they could simply eat strawberries. The entire concept felt unnecessarily complicated. Rosie turned the box over and began reading the back like a woman researching a new kitchen appliance. Then one particular slogan caught her eye. — Feels just like doing it raw! —