Unspeakable Juice Box Novels & Stories

Not yet. --- By ten in the morning, they had survived one minor pancake-related disaster—an eye chip had migrated, and Ethan had declared the result “broken” with devastating finality—and Alexander had learned that orange juice apparently tasted different depending on which cup it was in. “It’s the same juice,” he said, holding up the offending cup like evidence in a trial he was already losing. “It tastes different in the blue one,” Ethan said with total conviction. “That’s not—” Alexander stopped himself.

His father stood there without a word while the housekeepers rushed him to his room. The entire focus shifted on them and their "private affairs" which is why they can't ever travel in peace. "Yeah it was" They were standing outside the juice parlour when Jane motioned him to hurry up. He narrowed his eyes at the interior because it confused him. The bright coloured posters and wooden stools were the only things he could spot everywhere. An entire place dedicated to serve fresh juice in the respective fruit bowls. Like they served melon juice in a melon bowl carved out of the fruit to avoid plastic wastage. The Prince was impressed. He had never seen anything like that before.

So she started to cry and yell louder: I do not want to throw up! And do you know what happened after it? She did not throwed up! After some time nausea got away and she was completely fine again. Bia was not so happy at all. She had no idea what just happened! She was so confused she started to do some "experiments" with the boys on the port. She made a juice from ananas, then colored it with blackberries. She made two cups and found two boys to drink them. To one boy she said it was an adult juice that made kids throw up and dared him to drink it to see if he was an adult. The boy drank and threw up afterward.

"Watered down. Sippy cup is in the cabinet." Marcus stood. Held out his hand to Leo. "Come on, buddy. Let's get juice." Leo grabbed his finger. Walked beside him to the kitchen. His steps were wobbly. Uneven. I heard Marcus talking to him. "What color cup? Blue or red?" "Boo!" "Blue it is." A minute later they came back. Leo had his sippy cup clutched in both hands. Drinking messily. Juice dribbled down his chin onto his shirt.

“You’ll see soon enough.” “You’re not seriously planning to use it, are you?” Piper’s breath hitched. She peeked around the corner. The boys stood by the vending machine, one of them holding a small black box. Inside was a glass vial, with a liquid that glowed faintly in the light. Its dark purple shade made Piper's skin crawl. A small gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. Both boys paused and glanced around. Piper jerked back behind the wall, but in doing so, her shoulder smacked into someone passing by, and books went flying everywhere.

I asked Maimai, holding up a pack of colorful juice boxes. She smiled, her eyes lighting up again. “luna will love those! He’s a big fan of juice. You really didn’t have to do this, Maya.”

He glanced down at the box, then up at me with a grin that tugged at one corner of his mouth. “Behold: the saddest pizza ever made,” he announced, stepping inside without waiting for permission. I blinked, “What kind is it?” “Artichoke... sorrow. And I think kale. Don’t quote me on that. I told them to give me whatever wouldn't make a cow cry.” I laughed before I could stop myself. “And this,” he raised the bottle of wine, “is adult grape juice. Made to pair perfectly with heartbreak, and emotionally questionable best friends.”

Catching Ben and my mom in the kitchen with Ben standing there possessing an appalled expression, I approach them. Ben looks at me and heaves a sigh of relief, looking like a chicken who’s been spared by the butcher. I stand on my tiptoes and watch my mom pour a very green looking thick juice into a glass. The smell is as horrifying as the colour. “Here, child. Start your day with this healthy, nutritious drink.” She holds out the glass for a pale-looking Ben who seems like he’s just encountered a ghost. He immediately turns his head away from the juice when the potent smell hits him.

The boys masturbated in front of the screen. When the other boy signalled, and Juju went to get us something to drink. Then one of them came back, I saw that he had brought Coca-Cola , lemon, and a yellow drink; I think it was rum, I don't know, even though the drinks were mixed with Vodka and coke and lemon, it was so strong that just one sip made me happy, talkative, just as the one with the nickname Juju became talkative . . After the second drink I was already floating in that room, and by the third I was already taking off my clothes.

Cassandra's aunt and uncle ate something called Health Foods, which they brought with them in big cardboard boxes from a special Health Food store in Moscow. They had boxes called Better Buds, or Cereal Zeal and all kinds of crazy seeds and several brands of honey and strange juices that tasted like celery syrup and smelled even worse. Cassandra would put their supper on the table and then spread out all those seeds and juice for them. You can imagine how exhausting it is for her to vacuum three times a week because the couple kept scattering so many seeds after each meal.