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

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“Hope Is the Thing With Feathers” by Aqsa Malik

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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 you butchered that ‘E’ so badly. I mean first of all, it’s lopsided, and second ...

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

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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 said she was doing God's work by giving to...

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“Your Favorite Second Option!” by 𝔘𝔤𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔦 𝔑.

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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 make me come over there! Cause best believe I will!" I yell at them when they keep side eyeing me. I stuff my hands in my pockets and walk the ...

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“Another Day at the Park” by Cal Carson

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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 heat. She was...

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“Paper” by A. S.

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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 as thick and golden as honey, pouring down your throat with each breath. Sweat stains your clothing, gluing your shirt to you...

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“Kay” by Sam S.

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“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 girl with blue eyes and wavy brown hair till her neck. She was constantly being told by her parents to not get into trouble but tha...

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“Forbidden Fruit.” by Marsha Webb

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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 hold onto the stick and it dro...

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“Closure ” by Hannah B

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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? The last ei...

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“Betrayal” by Jorja Orne

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“Dang, my popsicle is melting all over my new blouse.” Erica exclaimed. “There are worse things in the world” Josette took a napkin and cleaned it off her blouse as she rolled her eyes “This beach day is super nice, even if my popsicle is ruining my blouse” Erica pushed her hand away. “We better get out of here soon, Millie’s wedding is tomorrow and I still haven’t got a maid of honor dress” Josette picked up her beach stuff. “At least you got aske...

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“Echoes of an Abandoned City” by Brandon Johnson

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That day was supposed to be like any other and my curiosity as a child created grand ideas of a magical adventure. Were there goblins hiding under the city well? When will I be able to learn magic? I picked up a stick with my right hand and started to wave it around like I saw in that one movie. I had hoped a spell would come out, but the only thing the stick did was make a swish noise through the air. I noticed another sound as well, the sound of dripping. I had my mind focused on a lot of things and didn’t notice my melting popsicle! It so...

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“A Dishonourable Profession.” by Len Mooring

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Not a story for the serious-minded and of a delicate disposition. -------------------------------------------------------- “Look, Lucinda, if you are going to persist in buying popsicles in a heat-wave, get the one’s coated in that chocolate that Hershey made for desert warfare. Or I should say chocolate for the troops sweltering in real heat. You’re dripping over the floor. Outside with you. You don’t leave evidence all over the place, you know that.” Tanny Worth was training Lucinda to be a serial killer, but her heart was not in...

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“Summer Time Travels” by Vanessa Marczan

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It's a Sunday in December 2018. In Sydney, it's a glorious early summer's day. The cloudless sky is vast and blue and bright. The afternoon air carries the scent of an early bushfire season, that unmistakable, menthol smell of burnt eucalypt. 'Your popsicle's melting,' my brother Adrian says. 'Huh?' We don't call them popsicles in Australia. It's one of those affectations Adrian's picked up since moving to the US. Like the way he pronounces 'r' like an American. Calls thongs flip flops. Seems disappointed when Christ...

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“August Heat!” by P. Jean

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(Write a story that begins with someone's popsicle melting.)August is sometimes just a bitch! My mother is forever saying, “Can’t you find something to do?” “You hang around the house too much, reading comics or doing those stupid video games!” I nod knowing if I don’t respond she will eventually wind down and shut up. She is rummaging around in the refrigerator and freezer looking for stuff to make for dinner. Finally she stuffs a popsicle in my hand and tells me to take the messy thing ...

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“Toby’s Mood Journal” by Karen McDermott

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16/07/20Good: really hot day. Happier when the sun is shining.Good: found a popsicle I’d forgotten at the back of freezer when putting food delivery away.Bad: popsicle melted after I got it out and left it on the side while I hung laundry out to dry. It was my last one.17/07/20Bad: reading over yesterday’s entry and realizing something as innocuous as a melted popsicle can really negatively impact my mood.Good: at least Dr Simpson will be pleased I’ve finally started this journal.Bad: had the nightmares again.Good: I just wanted to end an en...

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“Life; a melting Popsicle” by Shiza Ali

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A lone drop of sweat makes its way down my temples, through the eyebrows into the unruly trimmed sideburns. Even the popsicle is sweating in a young man's hand. He wears an unbuttoned shirt over a white T-shirt and is busy licking popsicle sweat beads. Nothing seems to beat the heat down. I rub my dirt and oil-stained sleeve over my face holding the searing books in another. Everyone feels defeated, even trees and the once fertile soil. The trees hang low under the oppressive sun and soil swirling with heatwaves; arid, dry and powder...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 259 stories

“Hope Is the Thing With Feathers” by Aqsa Malik

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

“Your Favorite Second Option!” by 𝔘𝔤𝔬𝔠𝔥𝔦 𝔑.

“Another Day at the Park” by Cal Carson

“Paper” by A. S.

“Kay” by Sam S.

“Forbidden Fruit.” by Marsha Webb

“Closure ” by Hannah B

“Betrayal” by Jorja Orne

“Echoes of an Abandoned City” by Brandon Johnson

“A Dishonourable Profession.” by Len Mooring

“Summer Time Travels” by Vanessa Marczan

“August Heat!” by P. Jean

“Toby’s Mood Journal” by Karen McDermott

“Life; a melting Popsicle” by Shiza Ali

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

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