Sundae And Fries Novels & Stories

“So bright.” Price took a huge gulp of soda and washed down his bite before responding. “It’s a Reuben strudel sandwich. Corned beef, pastrami, swiss cheese, and sauerkraut. This place makes the best ones ever.” He picked up an orange crinkle cut fry and shook it at her. “Try the fries.” Kylee didn’t need to be told twice. She could hardly wait to see what they tasted like. “This is the best food ever.”

“ Me, too. So, why don't we go to the same place to eat lunch. My treat for the new personal assistant of the Tiger.” Edward insisted and everyone laughed happily. “ Okay.” They all agreed. As the elevator door opened, they happily get out and went together to Greenwich. “ What shall we order, guys?” Edward looked at them happily. “ Why don't we order two large pizza's that has 4 different toppings ? ” Tiffany suggested. “ That's right. Then, let's add some bundle fries and fried chicken. “ Hannah eagerly added. “ What else do you like to order, Miss Artates? “ Edward stared at Danielle with

“No, it’s not you. It’s just…my last fair was before my mom got sick. A long time ago.” He hugged her close. “I’m sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to bring up sad memories.” She sighed, holding back tears. “I’m good. Long enough ago that they didn’t have fried Twinkies.” “Then it’s time you had one.” He grabbed her hand and ran toward the vendors. She laughed, resisting the rush—her body made for loving, not track and field. Soon they sat at a picnic table under flashing lights with rock music blasting from speakers. Between them: fried Twinkies, fried Oreos, a fried Snickers, funnel cake, and two Cincinnati-style hot dogs. She’d probably be sick later but was loving every bite.

She wants to have the suggestion of everyone. "We can have anything you order, Luna." Alarick, being the non-picky eater that he is, just goes along with what Luna will order. "I love McDonalds. I like everything on their menu. You can try what you want, Luna." Claire seconded. "Hi, welcome to McDonalds! What is your order please?" The worker asks them. "Hi, can I have five orders of Hash Browns, five Big Macs, ten large fries, uh… also, five orders of chicken nuggets. Also include five sausage McMuffin please." Luna orders almost everything that she saw on the screen that seems delicious.

She had burgers before but not like this kind. "If you dip the fries on the sundae, I swear it'll taste better," Primrose told her. She did that and her eyes widened. "You're adorable, Kielle." That made her blush somehow but she covered it with the back of her hand. She felt like for the first t time, she had come out of her damn cave and was born again in a world she never knew existed. Drowning herself in grown-up things made her a child in simple things such as fries and street ice cream.

“I want the fried chicken sandwich. Extra pickles. Waffle fries. And a large strawberry shake.” Cade smirks, a ghost of a memory flickering in his eyes. He shakes his head and hands his black credit card to Max. “Get us two of those. And whatever you want for yourself, Max.”

He says fries have a better future than broccoli. A photo came in after it. Aiden sat in a booth at that children-are-too-expensive restaurant near the house, his hair still slightly messy, holding a fry like a tiny cigar, while Elma sat beside him looking half defeated and Saba flashed a peace sign from across the table. On the table were grilled chicken, a fruit bowl, and something Aiden definitely had not ordered but Saba had ordered “for visual balance.” I typed quickly. Me: Do not let him order dessert with an argument about future investment.

"Really?! Did you see how fast it flew?!" "I saw it! It was supersonic!" I laughed, running out onto the field to join them, hugging both of my boys tightly. To celebrate Jim's historic (albeit backwards) athletic debut, we skipped the post-game team juice boxes and drove straight to the town's most famous old-fashioned ice cream parlor. We ordered a legendary, monstrous creation known as the Volcano Sundae—three giant scoops of chocolate and vanilla ice cream buried under a mountain of hot fudge, whipped cream, crushed Oreos, rainbow sprinkles, and a sparkler shooting golden fire out of the top.

Zeke queries me. Nothing, I'm kind of stuffed. "Same. Want to exchange ideas?" "Sure. Cake with chocolate fudge?" We'll have the chocolate fudge cake, he agrees and tells the waitress. He grinned as he wrapped my shoulders in his arm. I can't help but feel giddy inside because Zeke is so joyful. When he's not a jerk, I adore him. The man reads from his notepad, "Alright, the Chocolate Stout Waffle Sundae, the Salted Caramel Ice Cream Sundae With Cinnamon-Sugar Almonds, a Brownie Sundae, and chocolate fudge cake for the charming pair.

Looking at the small shops on both sides, he asked calmly, “What would you like to eat?” “Chicken wings, French fries, blueberry sundae.” She pointed to the end of the food street. “They're in the snack bar over there. They're very delicious.” He furrowed his brows slightly. “This isn’t healthy food. Would you like something else?” “I won’t! I just want them!” she cried, annoyed. “Well…I’ll buy them for you.” He gave in and followed her to the snack bar at the end. The snack bar was closing. There were the last chicken wings and fries left, but the blueberry sundae was sold out.