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“The King of Spades” by Priyamvada Deshmukh [ moved to a new account ]

Act 1- Scene 1: The Beryl Spinners “Tis’ would’ve been a fine day, young Quin, if not for the Spade King to attack.” “Old Sable, he dares?” “Who knows what rash things the King of Spade hath thought of doing, young Quin.” “But the land of clubs is their brother, old father!” “Silence, young Quin, and you might just live through this ...

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“Written in the Stars” by Amy St. pierre

The man I’d once believed was my soulmate was moving into the apartment below mine. If the circumstances had been wildly different, this would’ve been exciting – I’d drop my popsicle on the deck, throw a t-shirt on over my bathing suit, rush down the stairs of my deck to greet him, and throw my arms around him, like a long lost lover, or a reunion, the great love of my life I thought I’d lost forever. But the circumstances weren’t different, they were what they were, and presently he was moving boxes into the apartment with his wife and y...

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“Johanna and Flora in the Forest of Flowers” by Yolanda Wu

The icy pole packaging said that it was blueberry. It was tasteless though, and melting, spreading a sticky layer of sugar and ice over my skin. The beach for me, was a place where I always got sunburnt, despite smearing SPF 100 sunscreen all over my freckled skin, where I was marred by tan lines for months. It was a place I imagined myself going to when I realised the futility of self-actualisation. A ...

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“Noah Bannister, Unsung Archnemesis” by Emilie Scarchilli

“Oh, you’ve dripped your Popsicle all over me—again. Didn’t I tell you to eat it before it melts?” Cody Bannister sighed and tried to wipe the sugar-saturated liquid from his pants, but it stuck. Trixie, the Bannisters’ chocolate brown golden doodle, barked. She knew Cody’s archnemesis was approaching.But the situation requires some exposition. When Cody Bannister moved from 582 Gambit Lane to live with his wife Charlotte at 285 Chester Court, he did more than simply rearrange the battered address numbers his parents gave him as a ...

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“Hope Is the Thing With Feathers” by Aqsa Malik

Welcome to Echo Falls! Population: 12000 2 3The two girls stare at the sign, albeit transfixed on different parts. Cross legged and in the middle of the road, they sit, far enough apart to tackle a rogue animal holistically, but close enough not to let each other drift away. Naila squints against the blistering sun, regarding Syre without actually regarding her, in the nonchalant attitude they had so perfectly cultivated over the past year.“I still can’t believe ...

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“Popsicle Break” by Natalie Strawbridge

Everything was terrible today, but what set him over the edge wasn’t the heat, or the constant repetition, or the know-it-all juniors and seniors. No, he held it together, right up until the popsicle slid off its stick and plopped onto the bleacher below him, melting immediately into a red puddle, oozing like fresh blood. He stared at it for a moment, and then, without a word, he stood up and stormed off, his stom...

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“Another Day at the Park” by Cal Carson

Shana stared at the popsicle melting in her hand.The sun was beating down hard and was uncomfortably hot against her neck and arms. Sweat dripped down her armpits and the back of her tank top. It was a creamy strawberry flavor and was a soft champagne shade of pink that reminded her of the pastel shades of the buildings at home. She loved strawberry. But she didn’t want her stepdad getting the satisfaction of watching her enjoy it. So she just sat on the fountain watching it melt in the sweltering he...

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“Poor is just a matter of perception” by Catherine Stevens

Ozarks, 1929.Watermelon juice runs down my chin blending with the sweat that is pouring off of me. It is really hot today but I don’t mind. I try to eat all my frozen treat before it melts in the summer heat. Watermelon popsickles are one of my favorite things; I only get them on special occasions and today is one of those days. Mrs. Ford came to our little rural church to invite all the mountain children to her house for a summer party. Mrs. Ford doesn’t go to our church but she sai...

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“Your Favorite Second Option!” by 𝔘𝔤𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔦 𝔑.

My Popsicle melts and I let it..I don't care. I watch as another drip of the purple flavored falls twice this time in two places. My anger seems to grow with that. "Gah!" I yell throwing the Popsicle far far away. A couple looks at me like I'm crazy. "What?!" I scream. "Oh what I look crazy to you? Well keep walking sugar plums!" "Come on honey lets go.." the guy says directing the girl away. "Don't...

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“Paper” by A. S.

Sticky juice trickles down your knuckles, leaving trails of strawberry red in its wake. Your face is stained from the artificial sweetness of your popsicle, the sugary taste still lingers in the corners your lips and in your mouth. The stick sits in your slack hand, every last morsel of flavor pulled from the corpse of a miniature tree. You laugh a little at yourself, but it is quickly silenced. The warm summer air is a...

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“Existential Crisis” by Stephanie Anne

Is this it? Is this really how it ends? Without honour? Without dignity? Is this really how it ends? I knew the end was near, but this was not what I had expected for myself. This is all just so hard for me to comprehend. I am dying without having fulfilled ...

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“Kay” by Kim Morgan

“Umm…….Katie, I think you’ll have to give your mother some extra work with that chocolate all over your tee.” said Daffy. “Oh no! Why does this heat stop me from having my favorite chocolate popsicle.” whined Katie as they were returning from Summer Sweet Popsicles’ Store after school. Katherine (Katie) was a twelve-year old tween who was overcome by curiosity and loved to explore things. She was a merry...

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“Summer Fling” by Waverley Stark

Summer flings start with cherry trees, And lead to cypress gold. Though my summer fling’s a pretty thing, I don’t know how to hold it Julie watches her popsicle slowly drip down to the wood. “You’re so weird,” August says, shaking his head. “It’s fun!” She licks her fingers where the popsicle juice has run over them. “Mmm.”

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“Forbidden Fruit.” by Marsha Webb

Her tongue flicked around the top of her fruit popsicle. The red of the lolly was a faded pale compared to the bright red of her sticky lips. It was so hot, she was so hot. She lay on the bed, the windows wide open yet offering no relief. She lifted the popsicle up to her mouth and made long, slow sucks, as quick as she was eating it, the heat was melting it. The sticky juice ran down her wrist, she licked the wet syrup off her fingers one by one. The rest of the popsicle decided at that time it could no longer ho...

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“Closure ” by Hannah B

Emily sat on her apartment balcony, bare feet propped up on the iron railing, strawberry-blonde hair piled into a bun atop her head. She regarded the popsicle in her hand as if it were a complex math problem, eyes tracking the liquid sugar melting off of the stick as though it were a detail that must be committed to memory. The red liquid trickled down the stick then pooled on her hand, almost the same color as the polish on her nails. Emily tried to remember when she had applied that polish. Two weeks ago? Three? Two months ago?...

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Write a story that begins with someone's popsicle melting.

Submissions are closed!

✍️ 278 stories

“The King of Spades” by Priyamvada Deshmukh [ moved to a new account ]

“Written in the Stars” by Amy St. pierre

“Johanna and Flora in the Forest of Flowers” by Yolanda Wu

“Noah Bannister, Unsung Archnemesis” by Emilie Scarchilli

“Hope Is the Thing With Feathers” by Aqsa Malik

“Popsicle Break” by Natalie Strawbridge

“Another Day at the Park” by Cal Carson

“Poor is just a matter of perception” by Catherine Stevens

“Your Favorite Second Option!” by 𝔘𝔤𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔦 𝔑.

“Paper” by A. S.

“Existential Crisis” by Stephanie Anne

“Kay” by Kim Morgan

“Summer Fling” by Waverley Stark

“Forbidden Fruit.” by Marsha Webb

“Closure ” by Hannah B

🌟 Similar prompts

Write about a few people spending a long-overdue weekend away at a cottage.

Write a story about a teenager spending their final days at home before going away to college.

Write a story about summer love — the quarantine edition.

Write a story about another day in a heatwave.

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