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

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“Heatwave” by Greg Gillis

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It was a sweltering July afternoon in Miami, Florida. A tear of pink cascaded down the side of Christy’s cherry popsicle and onto the index finger of her right hand. Christy didn’t seem to mind the sticky mess that it was making; instead, she savored every delicious drop as it cooled the inside of her mouth and throat. Christy seemed somewhat out of place on South Beach. While other girls her age were sunbathing...

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“Summer was warm” by Chimamaka Adeniyi🙅

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The fluorescent green popsicle on his table began to drip.The sun just refused to go back in, didn’t it?The days seemed to increase by one hour as they passed by. There would be no doubt that today would consist of not less than thirty hours at the least. No kidding.The light beams from the sun that directly passed through his window and roasted him on his bed made him wonder why exactly God wanted to make him darker.He turned over.It wasn’t so bad was it? At least he wouldn’t have to go get tans anymore and it would be nice to have some smo...

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“The Last Summer of Independent Girlhood” by 🌮 Kao Crimsonstar 🌮

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"Kim, your hand is bleeding a thick, translucent, jelly-like, blood. We should get to the hospital. Like, immediately. I think your life is in danger." Ellie said, staring point-blank at the red on my hand. She was breathing heavily and frozen in her place. Was it just me, or, or, was something wrong with her? That look in her eyes? That sullen, dull, spot, which once housed a beautiful glint, but now only an extinguished spark? No, it was just the angle of the light on her iris and the mood she was in. Worried. Storms that never rest fl...

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“Falling Forward” by Kate Winchester

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The sticky red liquid had pooled partly on its wrapper and partly on the counter leaving its stick lonely. The rest of the liquid had managed to drip off the counter and left a quarter-sized puddle on the floor. “Damn it!” Jenny sighed. “I don’t have time for this!” The loss of the cherry popsicle was not worth mourning; it wasn’t the ice cream she had desired anyway. Her beloved creamy, chocolaty goodness was too many points on her diet plan. Sure she could have eaten the recommended fourth of a cup serving s...

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“Don't Feed the Visitors” by Brittany Gillen

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Seventy-two popsicles are currently melting as a result of my dying freezer. Having that many on hand is ridiculous, I know. I blame my wife. She does the shopping. Admittedly, I do the eating, but still, even for an avid enthusiast such as myself, seventy-two is a bit obsessive. My love of the cold combination of sugar and water began when I started to grow a beer-gut. Oddly enough, I don’t drink beer, and yet, there it was. My bulging belly, distorting my perfect waistline...

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“The Murder of Popi” by Amalee Bowen

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“Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury, you must find this man guilty of murder!” Robert paced before the jury stand. “The evidence is clear. This man--Joshua Redford--was found in the kitchen where the crime happened. Popi’s blood still on his fingers, and staring down at her body.” “I told you, I just found it that way! I didn’t do it!” “Silence! The accused doesn’t get to speak. Isn’t that right, Your Honor?” The judge bobbed his head in agreement. “The weapon was in his hand, he was at the scene of the crime, the body was on t...

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“Butterfingers” by Deborah Mercer

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“Oops, butterfingers!” the lady sitting next to me in the little bus shelter exclaimed, making a slurping noise as she tried to retrieve what was left of her dissolving popsicle, before it made a darker pink stain on her light pink top, and I wondered just how thin that top was and if she was concerned for her modesty. I was well aware that this was the point where I was supposed to laugh sympathetically and say, “Oh, we’ve all done that!” and hurriedly pass her a wad of tissues, and make the whole thing b...

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“Creativity Failing” by Regina Perry

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“The Great Popsicle! It’s melting!” Jeffers burst into the galley, panting heavily. “What? It can’t be!” Sally looked up from her sandwich, panicked. “We need that popsicle!” “Stop it, Jeff; we’ve had enough of your practical jokes,” Oscar said, not even turning from the sink, where he was washing dishes. It was true; Jeffers was a bit of a practical joker. He was always coming up with new ways to “make life interesting”, in his words. The rest of us thought it was a bit annoying, but we put up with it. Jeffers may have been a nu...

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“To the Last Drop” by Matthew Klingforth

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She watched the tiny droplet form at the tippy-top of her popsicle. Determined to stay within the comfort of familiarity, the small drop clung to its rightful place, but, eventually, the woman saw it slip free and streak red over the white and blue pattern of her Bomb-Pop. As the drop began to slide into the webbing of her thumb, the old woman was suddenly, once again, a little girl in a pretty yellow dress, with widening eyes at the first taste of her favorite treat. &...

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“ More to the Story” by John K Adams

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Craig stood back, under a tree and watched the interment. A lot of people stood, all dressed up. He rejoiced he hadn’t time to put on a black suit. These people must be suffocating in this heat. He’d missed the funeral due to work. He hated being late. The dead man, Bill, Craig’s little league coach, taught him punctuality. He taught him everything. Now Craig had missed their last work-out. It had been years, but still. Long, straight rows of markers for the many who had passed away ran into the distance. Enough to fill a stadium, he thought...

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“Not All Heroes...” by Courtney Haynes

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CONTENT NOTE: You all know that playful melody that comes from every ice cream truck that passes through a neighborhood. But what everyone doesn’t know is that song has racist origins. It is based on a song that repeats the worst of racial slurs in the chorus. A reasonable facsimile of lyrics to the song will be in this story and the offending word will simply be replaced by [blank-o]. Most of us are legal adults here, so I’m sure you know the word. A massive, ridged black hand holds a popsicle stick, the last remnants of the pops...

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“Oh, How My Melting Popsicle Changed My Life” by Blane Britt

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Everyday the sound of the Ice Cream mans truck would play that same old song "Ice Cream" by Andre Nickatina (essentially just "Turkey in the Straw" with bass). It was about 104 degrees in the shade the day my mother finally decided that I was worth a popsicle from the Ice Cream Truck dude. I was about 6 or seven years old at the time. The line to purchase my first orange popsicle was as long as some of the lines to sign up or resign up for Public Assistance. After my purchase I had to run for my dear life. 3 members of the elementary Kolo...

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“Nancy first taste” by Tyra Johnson

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In the beautiful Robinson playground. Nancy a shy, timid, little girl is sitting on the swinger softly and slowly licking a popsicle wishing that the taste would be immortal; while it's melting, dripping to the ground,her white face disguises with a brown facial mask made of a strange, incredible cream. She twists her tongue like a roller coaster ride around her mouth to taste the delicious brown facial mask on her face.Nancy is like a Christopher Columbus discovering and exploring this taste. Yummy! her belly is fill with butterflies, the t...

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“Emma's Promise” by J. Ernst

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“EMMA FOR GOD’S SAKE, TAKE THAT DAMN POPSICLE OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND ANSWER MY QUESTION!” Anna screamed, grabbing Emma’s left arm, forcing her to sit down at Anna’s dining room table.Wincing in pain, Emma dropped the popsicle onto the oak table, threw her backpack on the parquet wood floor, and began rubbing her bruised and rapidly swelling arm. Disbelief and shock filled her eyes. She remained silent trying desperately not to cry in front of her aunts and uncle.The abandoned popsicle began to melt beneath the warm glow of the dining room cry...

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“My PopSicle is Melting ” by Rebecca Lee

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The sounds and smells of summer seemed to flop down at once in the little neighborhood of Costa de Meca – children could be heard playing in the streets and in the manicured lawns, the aroma of hamburgers or steaks or hot dogs on various grills crept through the air and then, there was the sound of the ice cream truck.Tracey Wingate sat on her front steps and watched as the kids started running to the edges of their properties, coins in hand. She laughed at her neighbors across the street – the bachelors, Rick and Matt, as they jokingly push...

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

Submissions are closed

✍️ 259 stories

“Heatwave” by Greg Gillis

“Summer was warm” by Chimamaka Adeniyi🙅

“The Last Summer of Independent Girlhood” by 🌮 Kao Crimsonstar 🌮

“Falling Forward” by Kate Winchester

“Don't Feed the Visitors” by Brittany Gillen

“The Murder of Popi” by Amalee Bowen

“Butterfingers” by Deborah Mercer

“Creativity Failing” by Regina Perry

“To the Last Drop” by Matthew Klingforth

“ More to the Story” by John K Adams

“Not All Heroes...” by Courtney Haynes

“Oh, How My Melting Popsicle Changed My Life” by Blane Britt

“Nancy first taste” by Tyra Johnson

“Emma's Promise” by J. Ernst

“My PopSicle is Melting ” by Rebecca Lee

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