Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop Cherry Novels & Stories

She slipped on flip flops and hurried around for her little container of detergent and change for the machine. She could feel Troy's eyes on her and it had a strange effect on the butterflies in her tummy...they felt suddenly like bats!

The pain in her belly had intensified, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Cherry emerged from the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel, and reached into her purse for some bubblegum. Popping three pieces into her mouth, she casually chewed while continuing the conversation. "Can you at least get up from my floor? You're gonna leave blood all over it." Ixora groaned in response, her discomfort obvious. "I'm dressed, so I won't leave blood on your floor, you heartless twin." Cherry grinned cheekily. "Still, get up from my floor, blood-woman."

“Do you like cherries? That little red fruit, perfect, usually enjoyed in syrup with some food or drink…” “I know what a cherry is, Olívia.” “Do you like them?” “What does this have to do with what we’re talking about?” “Do you like them or not, Gabe?” “I… like them.” “Did you know that sometimes the cherry you eat is made from chayote?” I burst out laughing, unable to stop, my stomach aching. It’d been ages since I laughed that hard.

“Fine, but just a little—and you can’t tell Grandma.” Buddy’s eyes lit up. “Don’t worry, Mommy! I won’t tell her, I promise!” He thumped his little chest to swear it. Sophia tilted the can carefully toward his lips. “Only a small sip, okay?” Buddy pursed his rosy mouth and took a big gulp. The fizz hit his tongue, and his eyes went wide in surprise before he broke into a delighted grin. “It’s sweet! It’s really good!” “Mommy, I want more—”

I typed in our wedding anniversary without even thinking about it. The phone opened. My fingers scrolled to the messages app and I took a deep breath and exhaled before I opened the thread. [Good morning baby. I miss you already. Last night was everything.] Who on earth was this Tally Bear? I held the phone, standing there, contemplating whether to put it away. After all, it was better if whatever was in that chat never came to light. But Curiosity? It ate away at me like a snail chewing on a layer of cabbage.

Pop! The cork flew out of the bottle and ricocheted against a chandelier, sending it into a tinkling crystal symphony that continued long after the cork had fallen back to the floor. Just like a mutual orgasm, Clare thought. Hers, of course, being the chandelier, not quite so explosive but much more prolonged.

"You taste like marshmallows." My mouth hang open in disbelief. Who licks cum like it's an ice-cream?

Translucent, fragrant, and sweet-smelling. Charlie: “Try this grape for me. Tell me if it’s sour. I don’t like sour grapes. This matters to me—it’ll be enough to repay your debt.” Candice quickly ate it. She had mentally prepared for sweetness to hit her hard. Instead… it was sour enough to become a meme. What kind of demon grape was this? “Is it sweet?” Charlie asked sincerely. Candice’s head hurt from the sourness. “...Sweet! Super sweet! Really, I swear!”

“I was busy.” I opened the bottle of syrup. The smell of synthetic grape rose immediately. Even I felt offended. “No,” Poppy growled. “Yes.” “That’s evil.” “That’s berry.” “That’s berry from hell.” I poured one dose into the little plastic spoon. “Open.” She sealed her lips shut. “Poppy.” Her head shook hard. “If you don’t take it now, then we’re going to the hospital.” She blinked. “Does the hospital have stickers?” “Sometimes.”

"It reads Mountain of Cherry Blossom." "I've told you that I know how to read." "So?" "I just don't understand." "If you can read, then why don't you understand?" "Isn't it obvious?" He frowned. "How do you think we can eat a mountain of cherry blossoms? Aside from that, in what way are they going to deliver the mountain to us? Mortals here don't even have magic." Sean suppressed the urge to burst out laughing, letting out only a chuckle. "It's just a metaphor for strawberry, Oswin. They only give fancy names to the dishes. There are no real pedals or mountains here. The pink color that you see is the strawberry syrup."