Unspeakable Juice Box Novels & Stories

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.

She felt euphoric that she forgot the purpose of blending some of these fruits. "Where is my juice? What took you so long?" Again, the roaring annoying lion barged in. But scarier this time. Both Samantha and Albert seemed to have seen a ghost when they saw a 'horrible' scene. Jaden was plain calm enjoying the sweet juice in his hand. "My juice!" "His juice!" They both uttered inwardly with eyes and mouths wide open. Jaden who had no clue of what was going on even slurped the juice like it would be his last drink.

No more rolling on the ground and taking it. I take the small grape juice box I had brought with me and hold it above his head. He hasn’t opened his eyes, lying there in bliss. Squeezing the little box in hand, the contents burst out, spilling on my shirt but most poured down below, to the waiting recipient who gasps then opens his eyes, only for more to just pour all over his face. A chuckle escapes my lips as I watch him disorientedally try not to choke on my juice before he sits up, glaring at me. I can’t stop laughing, I don’t know why but I am laughing so hard, I think I feel a tear at the corner of my eye.

Luca had completely ensured I wasn't allowed to touch any of stuff, which was probably or most definitely because he was scared for my life, and at the moment, it was starting to look like he had a point, which I didn’t appreciate one bit. I dragged in a deep breath and dragged the pack of juice which I had gotten from the frozen. Room some moments ago and uncapped it, lifting it up almost immediately and downing a mouthful once again, loving how the cold liquid pressed against the insides of my cheeks and the roof of my mouth right before it slid down my throat and got into my system.

“Let’s watch up close! I hope Zane wins.” Personally, I wouldn’t have minded if the party ended. But the sight of Callum participating in a jungle-juice-drinking contest definitely wasn’t on my Bingo card for today, so I couldn’t help but want to watch. Zane grabbed two red solo cups and scooped two ladlefuls of the punch into each. He handed one to Callum, who took it, sniffed it, and wrinkled his nose. “The fuck is in this?” he asked. “Raw sewage?”

He’s just watching with a quiet, private snicker tucked in the corner of his mouth like this is mildly entertaining television. “Did you…” I cough. Gasp. “Did you put peanut butter in the pancake” Lucas says nothing. He smiles. It’s the most serene expression I have ever seen on a human face. I lunge for the table. Grab the nearest liquid, a small jar of red juice, and take three deep swigs before my brain registers that it is absolutely not juice. It hits my throat like a lit match dropped into gasoline. The deadly mixture contained ketchup and hottest sauce my tongue had ever encountered.

(Using a syringe, She injects the liquid abortion pill into the juice box then shakes it very well and drops it back in the fridge) Queen Victoria: She wouldn't know what hit her. After drinking this, the baby will be flushed out while she's sleeping... And her womb will be destroyed... Permanently! (she exits the kitchen) (A few minutes afterward) (Blair enters into the kitchen) Blair: I need something chilled to cool my body (She opens the fridge & takes out the grapefruit juice box then pours it into a glass) Blair: (closing her eyes) How I wish all of this is a dream... (she raises the glass to her mouth & drinks the juice)

With a humph from me, I begin to unravel it in between mouthfuls of food being forked into my mouth. To my surprise, removing the brown wrapping revealed yet another, at first glance, uninteresting box. A smaller box. Jeez, Skylar! What were you expecting? A brightly coloured jack-in-the-box with a 'I know what you did last summer' note in the clown's hands? Really? I give myself an eye roll, then scoop the last of my food into my mouth and give this little box my full and undivided attention.

he responded. I wasn't feeling too much coffee, since I felt like I'd had the best sleep in my entire life. so instead I replied with the basic apple juice. Boy was I wrong with calling the Apple juice basic because in fact it wasn't, I don't know what he did to make this Apple juice because it clearly isn't the one that I've tasted before. "Did you put drugs in the apple juice?" I asked. This was a very stupid question but I asked because something is up with this juice, there's no way a juice can taste this epic it gotta have some kind of special drug in there somewhere.

She pointed at the juice and said, "Do you doubt that I put something poison in the juice? Then I'll give you a sip to prove you. If I drank the juice and nothing happened, what would you say?" Michael looked at Meadow and said, "Drink it first!" Meadow sneered and took two sips of the juice. Seeing that nothing happened to her after she drank the juice, Michael felt a little strange. Did he guess wrongly? Wasn't there anything wrong with the juice? Meadow stared at him. "I drank the fruit juice for five minutes. Nothing had happened. What else do you want to say now?" "This... " "What? You have nothing to say, right? Don't you think you should give an explanation for suspecting your mother?