Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop Cherry Novels & Stories

I removed the sunglasses that I was putting on and braced myself for what was coming next. "Just say it. Just rip off the bandaid or however the fuck it is they say that word." I told her and Lara chuckled behind me. I still don't get how she is always happy when I am embarrassed. "Okay so, when he answered the call, you went all 'I was telling Lara and Natalia that I haven't had my cherry popped yet..." "I think she said berry." Lara interrupted. She sounded like she was really close to exploding. "Nah, her word was 'I was telling Lara and Natalia that I haven't had my cherry popped yet...is that the word? Cherry? Or is it berry?"

It comes with a maraschino cherry on top and a tiny pink umbrella. Back at the table, Jax stares at it with obvious disdain. "What the hell is that?" "I'm not taking judgement on my choice of cocktail from a guy who doesn't even drink." "I don't need to have a real beer in my hand to see that's a ridiculous-looking drink. It looks like someone melted down a Barbie." "I have a sweet tooth," I mutter. I close my lips around the scarlet cherry, plucking it from the stem. Sweetness fills my mouth. It tastes like summer, far away from New England's approaching winter.

In past years, someone would have started clapping by now. But this year, no one did. Polly Malfoy, a newcomer who had joined three months ago, was the first to lift her head. She said, "Mr. Bassett, I heard that at Midea Tech's annual meeting, everyone got two big boxes of cherries." The room fell abruptly silent. I frowned. "What did you just say?" "Cherries," she repeated, tracing a small circle on the tabletop. "Imported ones. "One box costs seventy or eighty dollars. Two boxes are 160 dollars—and that doesn't even include the extra two months' salary they give."

“What am I thinking? I should ask you that! Don’t you know Kenny was allergic to cherries? “The first time he ate them as a kid, he broke into rashes and couldn’t breathe because his throat swelled up! There was a cherry hidden in that cake. What’s wrong with him spitting it out? “I barged in to save my son! Was I wrong? If… If Jenny hadn’t stopped me, Kenny might have…” Mommy’s voice trailed off, and her tears started flowing again. I really wanted to hug her and comfort her, just like I used to.

But it’ll be good adding that to their weapons. “Well the first unfortunate guy just had soda injected into him. When soda makes contact with water it foams up. Just like dropping a mint into soda”. The little bottle had mint properties and when it was injected into the body and made contact with the water in the lungs and foamed up until he couldn’t breathe and eventually died.

Without knowing when it was, his daughter Bubbles was sitting in a basket of heavenly law fruits, gobbling them down till her mouth was full of juice. “Oh, my goodness!”

Xuanlu looked on and sighed. She was his wife, and she approached him, sitting shyly beside him. Blake then handed her a glass, and as he poured the contents from the bottle, it began to sparkle and bubble. “This is called champaign. We use it for celebrations. Think of it as wine with bubbles.” Blake explained that he didn’t bring wine but a more celebratory drink. “Oh, like your sodas?” Xuanlu asked, taking a sip and enjoying the bubbles tickling her nose.

Sandy rolled her eyes and smiled, "Of course! This is quality alcohol and you might never get the opportunity to drink it again." Sighing, I decided to savor the moment and took a sip, letting the effervescence and fruity flavor fill my mouth. The taste of the champagne was exquisite, with its delicate bubbles dancing on my tongue. It had a delightful blend of fruity flavors that delighted my senses. "Wow, this is really good." Sandy chuckled, "I told you so." I couldn't resist and I kept drinking and drinking, appreciating every sip of the champagne. Sandy looked at me with amusement and warned me, "Careful, if you keep drinking like that, you're going to get drunk."

A vending machine with water, soda, punch, and a chill zone where students retreat to catch their breath and have conversations that aren’t drowned out by the music. “… my little soda pop, yeah!... Let’s get the party started!!!” Tamara yells happily, bumping into me playfully. “… you all I can think of… every drop I drink up… you’re my soda pop… my little soda pop…” “… cool me down you’re so hot… pour me up I won’t stop… you’re my soda pop… my little soda pop…” “Cat…” Nabi screams, suppressed by the music, “How do I look? Guess what? I was stopped in the hallway to the party, a senior asked if I was the gloriously shiny Cinderella.”

He commands. I’m not too enthusiastic about anything with that acid in it but I try it anyway, taking a small sip. My eyes fly open with surprise and his lips tilt into a smirk. I take another sip again, appreciating this one. The strength of the spirits gives a subtle punch to the light bubbly taste of the champagne. It bubbles and dances on my tongue, an unforgettable taste. “Mmmm.” I say, licking the remnants off my lips. “That was a pleasant surprise.” I say with a grin.