Trolls Popcorn Bucket Novels & Stories

Olive had an enormous grin on her face, “Are Pop Qwiz Popcorn? You bet it is.” From what I could recall, the popcorn had already been discontinued. The last time I and my siblings ate it all together was also the first time we did. Red had just gotten home from school and he got money by doing some of the other kid’s homework. We didn’t have a microwave. Scarlett got bought some charcoal, while Olive borrowed our neighbor’s grills. We cooked the popcorn like it was a barbecue. The twins were still kids so they were lucky enough that they didn’t have to walk around asking for things we could use.

I didn't press my luck by buying M&Ms for the popcorn, but Ryland's insistence I get my own drink won him serious points. "There's one more thing." Ryland reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out an individual bag of peanut butter M&Ms —— my favorite kind — that aren't sold at the theater. He rips the bag open and dumps them over the top of the large bucket of popcorn. "Good?" "You gotta shake it a little." I tap the bucket on the chair's armrest and smile up at him. "Thank you." His lips find mine again for another quick peck. "You're welcome, Kitten."

Beta Lufin came handing us our bowls of popcorn, each one for him and Crowden and one for both me and Raven. “What are we going to watch?” I asked Crowden while Raven sat beside me, he pulled me and lifted my waist up as he settled me on his lap and I held the popcorn in front of me so we can both have a grab of it. “Are you a scaredy cat girly?” Crowden asked.

Meme and Travis’ mouths drop open and Jonny chuckles into my neck. “Yeah, okay!”, says Meme. “Large popcorn, lots of salt, and don’t be stingy with the butter, Tray. Also, sparkling water for Lala and two cokes, so she and her boy toy won’t need to drink mine after they’ve just had their mouths on each other. Oh, and a box of Snow Caps”. “That’s it Meme?”, asks Travis. “You know she’s loaded, right”? “Yeah”, barks Meme. “And that’s what’s wrong with you! Ring us up gold digger”!

She peered at the huge bucket of popcorn and asked in amusement, "You didn't have enough to eat just now?" "I did." "Then, the popcorn..." "I bought it for you. Isn't everyone buying it?" Gilbert said and looked around them. "Mhm..." Kisa nodded and secretly compared the size of their bucket with other people's. Then, she said to the man, "Was there a need for you to buy such a big bucket?" 'Thankfully, he's the one holding it. If I were to hold it instead, it would probably cover my entire face,' she thought.

However, the corn kernels still popped and stuck out. "Sorry, Summer. I think I miscalculated. You kept talking to me." "So what should we do now? Oh, no. Our precious popcorn is starting to fall. River!" Not wanting any popcorn to go to waste, River picked up the ones from the ground and put them in his mouth. Because they were still hot, he chewed while blowing the air. Summer laughed at him. "River, you look like a fish!" When her shoulders shook, some popcorn kernels fell back. River quickly picked them up and put them in Summer's mouth and his own. Now, the two children chewed while blowing the air. Their actions made everyone laugh.

Ryan said confidently while the rest of us watched. Lily smirked then stamped a piece of paper. "Alright sugar, now y'all have fun. Don't forget to take your popcorn on your way in" She drawled at us as we shuffled out of her way. Sure enough, there were packets of popcorn waiting for us and we each grabbed one. "Popcorn? Who the hell serves popcorn at a Fight Club?" I asked but Carlacia was already munching hers. "It's snacks yunno? Besides its delicious, try some" Carlacia shoved a handful of popcorn in my mouth. I chewed it and noticed it was indeed delicious. For an underground Fight Club, they do make delicious popcorn.

I take out some sodas and a bottle of juice. After that, we go to the wafers and cookies section. She puts in Tango. Then, she pushes the trolley away. I think wafers and cookies are not her thing. I follow her from behind. She puts in two bars of chocolates and a bag of chicken wings. I giggle. “Do you want to put it popcorn too?” I ask. She shakes her head then, puts a bag of french fries. “Why eat popcorn when you can have junk foods?” She acts like the people in advertisement. I giggle. Well, she’s right though. Go junk food!

Julia Johnson - Heather Elodi Maison The bowl of popcorn Sarah had been holding fell to the floor with a loud clatter, scattering kernels everywhere. “Oh, it just got worse,” I muttered.

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.