The Banana Splits Fleegle Novels & Stories

CYNTHIA's P O V As the couple strolled towards us, the waiter came back with our ice cream and I gasped in delight, ignoring Julian’s intent gaze towards me. My banana split looked mouth-watering. The three scoops of vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream on it were my favorites.

Bronx said slowly starting to crawl up towards me, the other brothers doing the same thing. “Um…banana split,” I said breathy, the sound of their gruff voices causing the small burn in my core to kick alive into a raging fire. We had to be smart about this and I was so grateful they were considerate of my needs and wants. “Why banana split?” Baylor asked with laughter in his eyes. “That’s what the three of you smell like to me and it’s my favorite dessert,” I replied shyly, fully realizing we were finally alone without the potential to be interrupted and away from prying eyes.

It was more than half an hour before she returned with a sweet smile on her lips. "Look at what I've found, Lady Yassi," she said cheerfully as she approached her. She was hiding something under her long dress. "What are you hiding, Flera?" she asked while raising her brows. And when she took out the hidden object inside her long dress her eyes suddenly lit up when she saw ripe bananas. She didn't think that there were bananas in this world and even in the jungle. Or maybe the writer of this story wrote that there were bananas in the forest where they were because he knew that two people would come here.

Five years after the freeze, Maya Chen turned thirty-three years old. The alliance—now officially part of the Northeastern Confederation—celebrated with actual cake. Real eggs, real flour, real sugar from confederation agricultural operations. Not abundant. Not like the old world. But real. Forty-seven children sang off-key birthday songs. Fifteen infants cried. 1,847 people—the confederation had grown—gathered in what they now called Unity Square. Daniel presented a gift: A leather-bound journal. Hand-made by confederation craftspeople. "For recording history. So the children know how we got here."

Lyra “Whatever I want, Lyra,” Raguel murmured with a predatory smile playing on his lips. “I’d do whatever I want to do with this banana.” He carefully peeled the skin back from the banana, throwing the yellow peel carelessly onto the floor. I swallowed hard, my knuckles turning white where I gripped the edge of my nightgown. “Raguel, this is insane. You’re being ridiculous.”

Eventually, dessert was served and the girls split a very large ice cream Sundae with every sort of candy imaginable. Jack finally got a word in when the girls were shoveling in their sugar masterpiece. "Did you know that this dessert was based on something called a banana split?" "Like the candy bananas?" Hadyn asked. "The same sort of flavor, but it used to be a fruit that grew on trees. They would peel the banana, cut it lengthwise, and then put three scoops of ice cream on it and then toppings. It was kind of like that monster you have there but a scaled down version."

“I eat banana pancake! Abuela make it! With snow sugar like Frozen movie!” Zane leaned in. “How many did you eat, buddy?” Ash lifted four fingers. “Four and a half!” My jaw dropped. “Where’s the half?” He pointed beside him, and the camera panned to a little girl in a yellow dress, twin pigtails, and a grin too big for her face. “I’m Zoe!” she announced, then, without warning she stood up and did a perfect split on the chair. I blinked. “Wow. You’re… flexible, Zoe.”

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

“Did you have fun?” “We had so much fun!” Toni beamed. “Shamus ordered two banana splits made like flambé and they cooked the bananas right at the table with a blowtorch!” “Wonderful!” She glanced at Shamus. “Do I owe you anything?” “Knock it off. Besides, the moment Antoinette introduced herself there was no chance we were paying. We got the royal treatment.” “Thank you.” Her hand brushed lovingly over his sleeve and he stilled, shooting her a peculiar look.

Realizing the scattered banana peels ahead, He is dashing while avoiding them swiftly. “Oh, so you can avoid them, eh?” Irz complimented Iqbal unsheathing his sword. ”But, won’t be fun knowing I've set the trap but you are not slipped?” He added. Irz makes the scattered banana peels float in the midair and spin. They are launched to the ground ahead Iqbal expecting him to be slipped. “Oh, so you expect me to be slipped again, eh?” Iqbal said blowing his breath to those peels.